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STANDISH OF STAND ISH 

BY 
JANE G. AUSTIN 

DRAMATIZED BY 

ANNIE RUSSELL MARBLE 




BOSTON AND NEW YORK 

HOUGHTON MIFFLIN COMPANY 

THE EIVERSIDE PRESS CAMBRIDGE 

1919 



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INTRODUCTIOjY 

In making this dramatization of the novel Siandish 
of Standish the writer has endeavored to maintain 
both the historical atmosphere and the significant 
traits of characters as portrayed by Mrs. Austin. 
A few incidents, from the many in the story, have 
been chosen, such as adapted themselves to dramatic 
background and unity. The order of episodes has 
sometimes been changed without destroying the his- 
torical sequence and minor incidents have been ex- 
panded in scope and dialogue. The earlier scenes upon 
the Mayflower and Clarke's Island, and the later 
chapters which relate to the courtship of Barbara, 
the second wife of Miles Standish, have been omitted 
because the play has been restricted in time to the 
months between December 20, 1620, and November, 
1621, inclusive. A second romance, besides that of 
John Alden and Priscilla, has been emphasized with 
imaginative episodes — the beginning of such friend- 
ship between Mary Chilton of the Mayflower and 
John Winslow, who came in the Fortune and after- 
wards became her husband. 

Mrs. Austin has portrayed life in Plymouth Colony 
during this first year with a vivid revelation of hu- 
manity's experiences — tragic illness, death, and pri- 
vations, on the one hand, and sturdy courage, faith, 
and practical achievement on the other. Moreover, 
the life was not all dull nor prohibitive of passing 
pleasures for. the younger members of the colony. 



INTRODUCTION 



Some of them wore clothes with brighter touches and 
cherished a few heirlooms of silver, lace, and embroid- 
eries brought from England and Holland. With force, 
Mrs. Austin has indirectly called attention to the 
fact that the Pilgrims were not all Puritans in thought 
or demeanor. Suggestions for costumes are given 
under "Characters" in the play, founded largely 
upon the authentic statements of Mrs. Alice Morse 
Earle, in her Two Centuries of Costume in America 
(New York, 1903), and other accepted volumes of 
later date. 

The roles of hero and heroine, in the story and 
play, are taken by Miles Standish and Priscilla 
Molines. Mrs. Austin has interpreted the "Captain 
of Plymouth" as a man of noble lineage and charac- 
ter, not alone strong in courage and resources, but 
also gentle and sympathetic. He is, at times, irascible 
in temper and sharp of tongue, but he is never de- 
picted as uncouth or blasphemous, as in some por- 
trayals by other writers. His affection for John Alden, 
and appreciation of the sterling worth and bravery of 
the younger man, give a strength to this character, 
while Priscilla's wit and playfulness react upon his 
shyness in clever passages. Priscilla is ardent, keen, 
practical, and helpful. Mary Chilton's character has 
been made more vivid and emphatic in the play, yet 
her gentle, reserved English traits make her a good 
foil to Priscilla. Desire Minter, as the envious, 
troublesome girl of the colony, is a reproduction of 
her part in the story, with somewhat exaggerated 
awkwardness to add elements of comedy. Mistress 
Brewster and Governor Bradford are representatives 



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of more formal Puritanism. Of the Indians, only 
Squanto appears in the play, and he is given a few 
lines of welcome that are traditionally accredited to 
Samoset. 

This dramatization is intended for use by schools, 
women's clubs, and other organizations, especially 
for celebrating the tercentenary of Plymouth. Stage 
directions are given fully, with suggestions for cos- 
tumes and setting of the single background required 
for the three acts. 

Annie Russell Marble 

Worcester, Mass. 
May, 1919 



SCEJVES 



ACT I 

Scene 1 
Interior of Log Cabin in Plymouth, Massachusetts, 
winter of 1620-21. "A Letter Home" to Fear and Patience 
Brewster; Miles and Rose Standish; A Visit from Squanto, 
the Indian. 

Scene 2 
Same Interior; spring of 1621. 

The Headless Arrow; Planting Fish with Corn; The 
Sword of Standish. 

ACT II 

Scene 1 
Same Interior; early autumn, 1621. 
Letter- Writing and Love-Making for John and Priscilla 
Alden. 

Scene 2 

Same Interior; autumn, ten days later. 

"Why Don't You Speak for Yourself, John?" The First 
Thanksgiving. 

ACT III 

Scene 1 
Same Interior; three weeks later, November, 1621. 
Indian Summer; A Love Philtre: News Brought by the 
Fortune. 

Scene 2 
Same Interior; same day, fifteen minutes later. 
Indian Threats; A Lover for Mary Chilton; "Troth- 
Plight Friends." 



CHARACTERS 

Mistress Brewster. The wife of Elder Brewster 
is a sweet-faced, kindly woman past middle life, 
slightly lame. She is sympathetic with the longings 
of youth, but she remonstrates, at times, at "un- 
seemly mirth or levity." She may be dressed in dark- 
colored gown, with full skirts, and may wear a plain, 
white collar which reaches to her shoulders, a close- 
fitting black "band" of silk, pointed on the forehead, 
and above this a loose white cap, fastened at the chin. 
A shoulder cape, long, may be worn and removed on 
entrance. 

Priscilla Molines. She is a gay, witty girl, with 
bright eyes and merry voice; she has frequent changes 
of moods. She may be brunette, lithe in movements, 
with curls and a cap on the top of her head worn 
jauntily. She should be able to sing the Luther Hymn 
and a gay French air, if possible. She is practical, 
quick, and deft, and devoted to Mistress Brewster. 
She may wear an under-petticoat of some bright 
color, perhaps brocaded, and outer skirts of home- 
spun, a stomacher of any color, high in neck with 
full sleeves, a narrow apron and a cloak, like a cape, 
long with a hood in brighter colors. 

Mary Chilton. She is a fair-haired, demure girl 
with Saxon traits. She has a sad expression at times, 
but wakens to vivacity under the influence of Pris- 
cilla. She may wear a dull-colored gown with full 
skirts, a plain apron, and a laced bodice with a white 



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soft collar, like a fichu; she may also have a long cape 
of more somber tone than Priscilla's. 

Rose Standish. She is the young wife of Miles 
Standish, and appears only in Act I, Scene 1. She is 
frail, pale and gentle, proud of her husband, and 
brave in spirit in spite of her fatal illness. As she lies 
upon the couch (or settle) she could wear any dress 
of the period, not necessarily of dark color. ^ 

Desire Minter. She is a fat, awkward girl, with 
crude manners, dull, and causing situations of com- 
edy by her blunders; she is jealous of Priscilla, vain, 
and revengeful. She may wear clothes that are ill- 
fitting, unkempt, with hair that is untidy, but tied 
with bright ribbons. A gown of mixed colors with 
short, Dutch waist and overskirts would add to her 
awkward figure. 

Miles Standish. His character is that of a brave, 
dignified man who inspires confidence; he is gentle 
in manners to Mistress Brewster and to his wife. He 
is irascible in temper, sensitive to a fault, and speaks 
impulsively. He is not tall, stout in build, military in 
bearing. His suit may be a doublet and hose of any 
dark color, preferably brown; he may wear a leathern 
jerkin, if desired, and a long cloak over his shoulder, 
with a flat hat. He sometimes places his sword in his 
belt. 

William Bradford. He is a man of about thirty, 
with a manner of breeding and a creed of formal 

^ Suggestions for costumes are in Two Centuries of Costume in 
America by Alice Morse Earle (New York, 1903), and other books 
at Art Museums; also in paintings of The Embarkation, Depar- 
ture and Landing of the Pilgrims by Lucy, Weir, and Sargent. 



CHARACTERS 



words. He is mild in expression, gentle yet firm in his 
judgments. In Act II he may wear white ruffs and 
collar over his leathern jerkin, and a long cloak or 
cape with purple lining. He could wear a hat of black 
beaver with narrow rim. 

John Alden. His character blends youthful shy- 
ness with manly vigor and courage. He is tall, hand- 
some, awkward with Priscilla, yet with frequent 
signs of dignity and serious grace. He would wear 
the doublet and hose of brown or gray. 

John Howland. He is the clerk of the colony, 
young, with dark hair and muscular frame. He wears 
a stiff collar of white, perhaps laced, over his doublet. 

Squanto. Tisquantum, or Squanto, was not a 
chief, but a survivor of the tribe of Indians that lived 
at Patuxet (Plymouth) and were exterminated by 
a plague two years before the Pilgrims came. He is 
friendly, ready to help the settlers, yet jealous of 
other Indian friends. He is always anxious to eat 
and drink. He would wear an Indian costume, but 
not that of a chief. 



STAJVDISH OF STAKDISH 
DRAMATIZED 



ACT I 

SCENE 1 

Scene: Plymouth, latter part of winter of 1620-21. In- 
terior of log cabin. Elder Brewster's home, on First 
Street, leading from Plymouth Rock uphill to Fort. This 
interior is of rough timbers or any plain background. At 
rear, right, is a fireplace with iron hooks on which hang 
kettles and pots; large logs of wood are in fireplace, 
burning, if possible. Pegs on the wall, from which are 
suspended muskets, capes, and a warming pan with 
cover; also a sword rests on two pegs above a rude shelf. 
A door is at left, and beyond this, against wall, is an 
old chest with brass hinges. At the left center is a spin- 
ning-ivheel, with a stool beside it; in center is rough 
table with two stools beside it; towards rear, right, is a 
settle or couch made of rough boards, and with coverings 
of homespun and skins of animals. A cupboard hangs 
above the fireplace or adjacent to it. A straight armchair 
{similar to Elder Brewster's chair in Pilgrim Hall, 
Plymouth) is at right near table. When curtain lifts. 
Mistress Brewster is seated in armchair, knitting 
a sock and leaning forward to speak to John Rowland 
who sits on a stool beside the table, holding in one hand 
a quill, which he dips into an ink-horn; a large sheet of 
paper is on the table before him; a large Bible, with 



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clasps, is also on table. Mistress Rose Standish 
IS reclining on the couch, her hands under her head; 
she looks at the fire with a sad, wistful smile. Mary 
Chilton is seated at the spinning-wheel, drawing the 
thread through the spindle. 

Mistress Brewster (dropping the sock in her lap 
and raising her spectacles upon her forehead, as she 
bends closer to table). Surely, John Howland, we must 
finish this letter to my dear daughters, Fear and 
Patience Brewster, before the departure of the May- 
flower. Hast heard when Captain Jones will sail? 

John Rowland (holding the quill above the paper 
and shaking his head). Nay, Mistress, the sailing-day 
is not yet fixed, but the Governor reckons it will be 
as soon as tide and weather are favorable. 

Mistress Brewster (turning towards Mary 
Chilton, who listens, holding thread). The Elder saith 
that Master Jones was ready to give a free passage 
home to such as would take it, if the men would 
help to handle the ship and the women cook and 
minister to such as are ailing. 

Mary Chilton (urith lift of her head and a brave 
smile). And Governor Carver said, "I have come here 
to live and to die." When the Captain took a vote of 
the men, saying, "All of ye are free to accept this 
offer without reproach," not one would take passage 
for the old home, but all would abide here and trust 
in God to sustain us. 

John Howland (nodding towards Mistress Brew- 
ster). Aye, and Elder Brewster answered well, 
"Cursed be he who having put his hand to the plough 
turneth back." 



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Rose Standish (rising upon the couch, in a gentle 
voice says:) And Miles, like a true soldier answered, 
"Our trumpeter has not been taught to sound the 
retreat." 

Mary Chilton {brushing away a tear and smiling at 
Rose). None of us would return save Desire Minter, 
who complains because she has no butcher's meat, 
nor milk, nor so much as a huckster's shop where she 
may choose a riband or a stay-lace. Priscilla said of a 
truth, "Our fathers and mothers came hither with 
their lives in their hands to do a work; their lives were 
paid down and we who remain, simple maids though 
we be, are in a manner bound to carry on that work " 
— and (looking out of the door sadly) their graves are 
here on yonder hillside. 

Mistress Brewster. Nobly thought and said by 
you, Mary, and by Priscilla; and Captain Jones told 
the Elder he'd "fain have a prayer or two just for 
luck"; methinks he and his crew have need of such. 
But to the letter — what was writ already, John? 

John Howland (holding up sheet of paper and 
reading slowly and with hesitation). "So Monday 
broke with fair and gracious skies, after that first 
cold, stormy Sabbath on the island, called Clarke's, 
by the master's mate of the same name, who stepped 
first ashore and claimed it in the name of King James. 
Our goodmen would fain explore the land-locked 
harbor which was before them for they saw cleared 
fields and a pleasant hillside beyond — " 

Mistress Brewster (dictating to John, who 
writes rvhile Rose and Mary listen). And as they 
approached the shore Governor Carver said, "It 



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seemeth to me that this place were fairly laid down 
on John Smith's map which we have studied"; and 
Master Winslow answered, "Aye, I believe it is the 
place he hath called Plymouth after our English 
town; 'tis a better harbor than English Plymouth 
can boast." {She -pauses as John's quill scratches 
slowly.) 

Rose Standish. Aye, and tell how when they 
brought the shallop up to the beach, John Rowland 
saw the great rock which we all used as a stepping- 
stone, and jumping upon it, shouted, "I seize this 
mainland for King James"; be sure you write that, 
John. (She is seized ivith a severe attack of coughing and 
lies down on couch.) 

Mary Chilton (rising from spinning-wheel and 
sitting down beside Rose, raising her head a little, 
laughs gently, as the cough ceases and says) : Aye, John, 
and also tell how Stephen Hopkins counseled you, 
"Jump, then, John, but see you jump not five fath- 
oms deep, as you did in mid-ocean and wast saved 
by a miracle." 

(Rose and Mistress Brewster smile and John 
turns toivards Mary with a shake of his head and 
a teasing smile.) 

John Howland. Indeed, Mistress Mary, miracle 
is a new name for Gilbert Winslow who chanced to 
save me when I fell overboard; methought he was 
only a humble squire ready to serve the dames at all 
times, especially Mistress Mary (with a boiv), as he 
did when he purveyed wood and water for the first 
washing-day on yonder shore where the Mayflower 
first dropped anchor. 



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Mistress Brewster {touching John's arm and 
pointing to the paper). Nay, John, less of levity and 
more of the letter; write, "And Bradford heard the 
tinkle of water and found there was a fair spring with 
delicate water running from the hillside above — " 

Rose Standish {rising upon her elbow and speak- 
ing to Mary who sits on floor beside couch). And 't was 
Miles said "yonder hill was a little Gibraltar ready to 
our hand; that if the salvages approach, our guns 
could meet them — " 

Mistress Brewster {as John writes, bending low 
over the paper). And tell my girls we were indeed 
favored to find here blackberry briers and sassafras 
whose roots are worth their weight in gold to chirur- 
geons and strawberry vines and plum trees — But, 
alas, you must also say, what will bring grief to their 
hearts, that when the men returned from this expe- 
dition poor Dorothy Bradford was no longer found 
upon the Mayflower; on the very day of her husband's 
departure she had gone on deck, when the rest of the 
company were at supper, and had never been seen 
again; a terrible blow it was to her poor husband — 
for she had lamented sore the parting with her little 
boy who had been left behind in England, and she 
had been even asking for a grave in the wilderness, 
for she reproached Bradford that he had taken her 
away from her mother and child and all that she held 
most dear, away to the cold, gray seas and rocks. 
The Elder could scarcely bring comfort to her nor 
to her husband on his return — {She pauses and wipes 
away a tear and Mary moves towards door; she leans 
against the door-post amd looks out sadly.) 



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.Mary Chilton. Will this cold, sad winter ever 
end! Truly my eyes ache with unshed tears, staring 
at snow and nothingness. 

{Sounds of singing are heard — any gay air; words 
of such a French song found at beginning of 
Act II: Sc. 2.) 

(Enter Priscilla, throwing back her hood and, seizing 
Mary by the shoulders and holding back her head, with 
laughing tone, says) : Well, there 's a trifle this side of 
nothingness on the beach this moment. Men call it 
Gilbert Winslow. 

John Rowland (rising, with a laugh, from the 
table, takes down hat from 'peg on wall). I'll join him; 
wilt come, Mistress Mary? (To Mistress Brew- 
ster.) Letter-writing is too serious business to fit the 
mood of these wenches. 

Priscilla (looking at him merrily and mockingly). 
Perchance thou'lt find Elizabeth Tilley more sedate 
company for your Worship. (Howland goes out.) 

Mary (sitting down at spinning-wheel, but holding 
Priscilla's hand, as Madam Brewster moves chair 
nearer fire and folds her hands and closes her eyes). 
Hush, Priscilla; thou know est I care for no man save 
my father who is under the sod. And Mistress White 
says that we two talk folly and are over-light in our 
carriage and conversation. 

Priscilla (tossing her head, takes off her cape and 
stands behind Mistress Brewster's chair and lov- 
ingly touches her head). Mistress White, indeed! As 
thou sayest, Mary, mine eyes ache with gazing 
upon nothingness and my tongue aches with speaking 
nought but wisdom. Am I not become a sedate dame, 



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good mother? {To Mistress Brewster.) Master 
Allerton would even make me stepmother to his well- 
grown daughters and roguish boy — but nay, nay — 

Mistress Brewster (smiling at Priscilla and 
stroking her hand). It is out of nature for young maids 
to be as staid as their elders. 

Priscilla (gently kissing her forehead). Dear mother 
to us all! 

Mary (beginning to spin and turning towards Pris- 
cilla). You and yours are French, Priscilla, and I 
am all English like my forbears; so thou may'st well 
be lighter-hearted than I am. I mean no harm, dear. 

Priscilla (tapping Mary's cheek lightly, gathers 
up papers and ink-horn from table, puts them in cup- 
board). No harm is done, dear mother in Israel. (Leans 
over couch.) And how does dear Mistress Rose to-day? 
May it please you if I cook you some tasty bit since 
I am ever cooking? (Puts more wood on fire. Rose 
nods and smiles.) 

Mary (turning from wheel towards Priscilla). 
Dost thou really like cooking, Priscilla; or would 
tempt us with dainties, wonderful from such scanty 
store of foods as remain to us? How Desire Minter 
smacked her lips yestere'en over the manchet which 
you made for Mistress Carver! 

Priscilla. Desire is a greedy wench. Aye, my 
mother and grandmother and aunts were notable 
cooks. They say my grandmother's pates and ra- 
gouts and conserves were famous all through Lyons, 
where my grandfather and his father before him were 
great silk manufacturers with plenty of men and 
maids and money at their command. 



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Mistress Brewster (tvith a smile, but shaking her 
finger at Priscilla) . Ah, Priscilla. Thou 'rt hankering 
after the flesh-pots. Remember Lot's wife! 

Priscilla (laughing and moving toivards fireplace) . 
Lot's wife spoiled all her cookery with salt and I'll 
at least distil none from my own eyes. (She takes a 
bucket from a peg near fireplace and moves towards door, 
looking out.) How shall I call Robert Carter to bring 
a fresh bucket of water from the spring for my 
cooking? 

Mary (bending over her spinning-wheel, but smiling). 
Thou canst beckon to John Alden, if he is coming, as 
methinks from the sounds of a voice outside. Robert 
Carter was thy father s servant, but John Alden is 
thine own and ever waiting thy command. 

(Priscilla moves from door and stands beside 
Mary, as John Alden and Miles Standish 
enter in conversation.) 

Miles Standish. Peter Browne and John Goodman 
have gone to cut thatch in the fields nigh yon little 
pond, and Browne has taken his dog, Nero, along to 
give account of any Indians that may be lurking there 
— and Goodman has taken his spaniel to rouse the 
game for Nero to pull down. (He goes to couch and 
leans over Rose.) And how doth Mistress Rose? 
(Strokes her hand and turns towards Mistress Brew- 
ster.) She is hardly strong enough, I fear, for these 
shrewd winds and rough adventures. 

(John Alden stands talking to Priscilla, who 
smiles at him archly and holds the bucket, and 
Mary spins.) 

Mistress Brewster. There's more than one in 



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our company, I fear me, that has adventured beyond 
their strength, but Rose has a brave spirit. 

(Miles talks with Rose and takes off his outer 
cloak.) 
Priscilla (to Alden). I needs must have fresh 
water to brew my porridge and soup. 

John Alden (shyly as he takes the bucket). An onion 
soup. Mistress Priscilla? 

Priscilla (laughing). Aye, Master Alden, an 
ojiion soup; 't will make thine mouth and thine eyes 
water. (She moves towards table and takes up wooden 
bowl. Alden stands by door, putting on hat and watch- 
ing Priscilla.) 

Mistress Brewster (rising with difficulty from 
chair). Well, dear maid, I must help get the noon- 
meat ready. Dame Carver would fain have some 
porridge and I will make it. 

(Mary rises from wheel and assists Madam Brew- 
ster, but Priscilla comes to her from door, 
puts arm about her, and moves to center.) 
Priscilla. Nay, dear mother, why should you do 
aught with three great girls standing idle before you? 
Go and rest on your couch. I will make the porridge 
and soup while Mary — and Desire, if she is about — 
will lay the table. 

(Mistress Brewster goes out, with Priscilla 
and Mary on either side, and John Alden 
follows; Miles takes down a musket from the 
wall and examines it.) 
Rose (rising on couch) . Miles ! 
• Miles (hastens toivards Rose, placing musket on 
the table). Aye, sweetheart, here am I. 



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Rose, I was dreaming last night, Miles, that our 
cousin Barbara was making a sallet, and I was fain to 
taste it; it looked so cool and fresh — and then I 
wakened. I would well like some sallet, Miles. 

Miles (leaning over the couch and smiling sadly). I 
will go soon and look for herbs. Rose, and Priscilla 
will make a sallet for thee, I know, sweetheart. I 
marked some sorrel at Dame Hopkins's yestere'en, 
albeit somewhat sere and dry. 

Rose (rising a little and drawing Miles towards her; 
he stands beside the couch and strokes her hands) . I was 
dreaming,, too, of home, mine own home. I was gath- 
ering cowslips in the meadow and the mother stood 
by and filled my pinafore with the cowslips — soft, 
cool, wet cowslips; I feel them in my hand now, so 
cool, so wet — Miles, I fain would have those cow- 
slips. (She tries to rise and falls back exhausted; Miles 
bends and soothes her and turns his head away with 
sadness.) 

Miles. Child! Child! Thou 'It break my heart. Try 
to sleep a little, dear one. I will say to thee one of 
those old Manx ballads thou didst use to lilt so lightly. 

Rose. Nay, Mistress White says they are ungodly 
and a snare of Satan. 

Miles (angrily). A pest on Mistress White and her 
cant! (Then sadly looking at Rose.) And yet I care 
not, so thou wilt get strong and well again, my Rose. 

Rose. Miles, dost think that Barbara will come 
hither? She promised me surefast that she would, so 
soon as there was a company ready. Will she come, 
think you. Miles? (She rises and looks at Miles, who 
has moved towards table.) 



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Miles. Like enow, sweetheart. Barbara mostly 
carries out what she promises. 

(Miles pours some wine from a flask in the cup- 
board into a goblet and gives it to Rose, smooth- 
ing her hair and loqking at her tenderly as she 
drinks.) 
Rose. And thou 'It be very, very good to thy cousin. 
Miles. 'T was she who told me that thou hast a stately 
home in England, that thou wert a noble soul and a 
brave soldier — but, forsooth, I loved thee before she 
ever praised thee. 'T was she who first saw that thou 
lov'st me and she came and wept for joy upon my 
neck. (Rose coughs and pants for breath.) 

Miles (gently placing her on the couch). Peace, peace, 
dear child. Thou wastest thy strength in talking 
overmuch. Surely both of us will be good to our kins- 
woman. Sleep a little now, dear heart. (He covers her 
with skin and stirs the fire.) 

(Priscilla and Mary enter with a kettle of soup, 
followed by John Alden with a bucket of ivater 
and flagon. They place the kettle on hook in 
fireplace.) 
(Desire Minter, unth hair flying and wild looks, 
enters; she has four wooden bowls in her hands; 
she stumbles at the door and the bowls roll over 
the floor; Priscilla and Mary pick them up, 
laughing.) 
Desire {in a voice that is almost a scream). The 
Indians! The Indians are upon us! I saw their leader 
coming over yonder hill. (She rushes towards Miles, 
who pushes her aside, but takes up his musket.) 

Miles {to Priscilla.) What means the wench? Is 



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she dreaming or has she wild fancies as she had with 
the fever? 

(Outside is heard a woman's voice, coarse and shrill, 
saying:) "Thou foul beast, I say, begone! Avaunt!" 
{Voice comes nearer and louder:) "Nay, grin not at me, 
thou devil straight from Hell. Wait till I fetch a 
bucket of boiling water to throw over thee." 

{All listen amazed and move towards door; Rose 

rises and sits on edge of couch; Miles and 

Alden take down muskets and examine them.) 

Miles {to Alden). What means such unseemly 

brawling? It is the voice of Good wife Billington, who 

is always scolding and, were her husband not here, 

though unable to control her, she would well be 

placed in the stocks — but {glancing in amazement 

at the door) — What means this? 

(Squanto enters with fringes of buckskin and heads, 
feathers in his long, black hair; he has a bow and 
arrow and a hatchet at his belt; he grins in the 
doorway, then enters and goes towards Miles.) 
Squanto {with glance at all) . Welcome, Englishmen ! 
{Outside is heard a drum beating, without any 
tune, but in haste, and Bradford enters with 
quick ste'ps, moves towards Miles and Alden 
and points towards the Indian.) 
Bradford. Look to your side-arms, men. He may 
mean treachery. 

Squanto {smiling at Bradford and Miles). I, 
Tisquantum. I, friend of Englishmen. I come to say 
welcome. 

Bradford. Truly, 't is a marvel to hear the 
heathen speak in our own tongue. 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 13 

Squanto (pointing outside door). This place Pa- 
tuxet. Tisquantum live here many moons ago. (Looks 
at flagon on table and then at Priscilla, who, with 
Mary and Desire, are standing in background near 
fireplace.) Indian like beer. Much talk make throat 
dry like summer. (All laugh.) 

Miles. Thou 'rt right, man, and though thy skin 's 
tawny, thy inside is very like a white man's; John 
Alden, find our friend wherewith to fill his dry brook- 
bed of a throat. Methinks the Elder will permit us to 
use some of his Mistress's brewing for our visitor. 
(Alden and Priscilla take from cupboard a 
case with two bottles. Alden fills a flagon and 
Priscilla takes a leg of a duck and a piece 
of sea-biscuit from cupboard and places them 
on a pewter plate; Squanto seizes the flagon, 
drinks hastily, smacks his lips, looks for more; 
then grabs the leg of duck from the plate held 
towards him by Priscilla, and begins to tear 
off the meat; he stops to grin at Desire, who 
squeals in fright and tries to hide behind 
Priscilla: as the latter looks away. Desire 
steals a piece of the biscuit and slinks away 
by the fireplace; Mary goes to couch and sits 
down, with arm about Rose, and they watch 
Desire and Squanto with amusement.) 
Bradford (to Squanto). What became of the In- 
dians who lived in this place which you call (hesitat- 
ingly) Patuxet — we call it New Plymouth? 

(Bradford sits in armchair and holds out hands 
towards fire.) 
Squanto (speaking with difficulty, because of food 



14 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

crowded into his mouth). All Indians died of plague; 
Tisquantum only alive; he go to England by ship, 
live there for two moons, more; come back to Samo- 
set, big chief yonder. Samoset chief of Monhegan — 
nearer to the sunset than this place, Patuxet. 

(Squanto takes up empty flagon and holds it out 

toivards Alden, who refills it and he drinks 

again with smacking lips.) 

Bradford (to Alden). Leave not the case-bottle 

within the reach of the salvage. Enough will loosen 

his tongue, but a little more will bind it. (To Miles, 

who has taken down his sword and is watched closely 

by Squanto.) Do you not perceive, Miles, and all of 

you, friends (with a look about the room), that this 

man may be an instrument, shaped and fitted to our 

hands by the Providence of God, who hath also sent 

His plague to sweep away the inhabitants of this 

spot whither He would lead His chosen people? 

Miles (zvith a shrug). Pity but the salvages had 
known the plague was sent by Providence for such 
purpose. 'T would have converted them out of hand. 
(Priscilla and John Alden laugh; John How- 
land enters, stands amazed; Squanto takes 
out hatchet from his belt and grins again at 
Desire, who shivers and squeals and runs to 
John Howland for protection; Rose falls 
back on couch and Priscilla runs to her with 
wine in a goblet.) 
Squanto (looking ai Bradford). Tisquantum come 
ask white man to send for talk with sachem and to 
make trade with white men and Indians. 
Bradford (looking relieved at Miles and Alden). 



SCENE 1] STANDISn OF STANDISH 15 

Aye, shall we not send Winslow as envoy to his 
sachem to arrange for a conference? Methinks the 
Governor will so decide. 

Miles (handling his sword). Nay, I claim the post 
of danger if there be danger. It is the right of my 
office as Captain. 

Alden and Rowland (bowing their heads). Aye, 
Captain Standish is right. 

Bradford (shaking his head). Not so, Captain; 
your duty is to right us in a quarrel; Winslow's is for 
counsel to keep us out of a quarrel. Furthermore, we 
need your protection here, should an attack be made 
upon the settlement. 

Rose, Go not, Miles, I prithee, unless they need 
thee. Let Winslow go and stay thou here, if so it be 
wise — (She pants and Miles goes to her side.) 

Miles (to Bradford). I submit and my good will 
go with the ambassador; but if his skill at keeping 
the peace fails, then the work will be mine. (He looks 
at Rose, whispers to Mary who is bending over Rose 
(with closed eyes) motions to Bradford and towards 
the door.) 

Bradford. John Rowland, you will take Ti- 
squantum to the loft of Stephen Ropkins for the 
night; we will consult with Governor Carver on this 
matter. 

Squanto (trying to drink from empty flagon and 
shaking his head). No more fire-water for poor In- 
dian! 

(John Rowland approaches Squanto, takes 
from his own pocket two sheath knives and a 
copper chain with a glass pendant, beckons 



16 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

towards door and holds out gifts; they move 

towards door; Priscilla and Mary whisper 

and laugh; Priscilla, at fireplace, fills pewter 

porringer with soup for Rose.) 

Mary {to John Alden, as he passes couch). Priscilla 

bade me tell thee to keep an eye upon the Governor's 

loving-cup lest this wild man might steal it. 

John Alden (laughing). Nay, he has no pockets 
to hide it in; still I will have an eye to it, for we have 
none so much silver in the colony that we should be 
willing to spare it. 

» Bradford (getting up from armchair and moving 
towards door with John Alden). We will send small 
gifts to his sachem and he may return with skins of 
beaver and marten for trade with us. 

Priscilla (bending over Rose with porringer and 
looking archly at John). Could they not fetch a few 
ermine and miniver skins while they are there? Me- 
thinks, in this wilderness, we women might at least 
solace ourselves with the show of royalty, sith we are 
too far away from the throne to have our rights dis- 
puted ! 

(Mary and Desire place plates and bowls on 
table; Miles sits on stool by table and polishes 
his sword-blade.) 
John Alden (ivith a playful, tender look at Pris- 
cilla, as he stands at door). Who knows but that we 
may form a new kingdom here in the New World? 
And where should we find a fitter sovereign than 
Queen Priscilla? 

CURTAIN 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 17 

SCENE 2 

Scene: spring of 1621. Interior of log cabin, home of 
Elder Brewster at Plymouth, same as Scene 1. In 
background is Desire Minter, sitting by fire-place, 
polishing a pewter dish and watching Priscilla and 
Mary. She is clumsy in her movements and often rubs 
the polish of sand and ashes mixed with oil on her 
hands and face and eyes; she makes up faces and tries 
to vnpe off the polish with her apron; she mutters, with 
surly looks at Priscilla. In the foreground is Pris- 
cilla, standing ivith her arm about Mary, who is 
crying with her head on Priscilla's shoulder. 

Priscilla {lifting Mary's face and smiling at her) . 
Nay, then, nay, then, no more crying, poppet! 
Didst thou not cry half the night in spite of all I 
could say? 

Mary {wiping her eyes on apron and trying to 
move away). But how can I be gay, and father and 
mother both dead and I so weak and ailing — and 
alone! 

Priscilla {soberly, with arm about Mary's shoulder 
as they approach the table). But, Mary, / have lost 
more than that — father, mother, brother — I 'm 
more grieved for thee than I can tell, dear Mary; but 
still I find that to busy one's self in many ways, and 
to put on as light-hearted a look as one can master, 
is a help to grief. See now poor Elizabeth Tilley ! She 
hath cried herself ill and must tarry in bed. Is it not 
better to keep afoot and be of use to others? 

Mary {disconsolately and moving dishes on table). 
Aye, I suppose so. 



18 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

Priscilla. Well, then, you lay the table while / 
try if the fowl be boiled. Oh, if we had but some 
turnip or a cabbage, or aught besides beans to eat 
with it. {She tests fowl in kettle in fireplace, 'pushing 
Desire aside gently; Desire makes up face behind 
Priscilla.) 

Mary (with animation). Canst not make a sauce of 
biscuit crumbs and onion and a drop of oil as thou 
didst for the birds? 

Priscilla (laughing). Sauce for birds is not sauce 
for man — and boiled duck — but if thou 'It be good 
and cry no more, I'll toss thee up a dainty bit for 
thyself. (She leaves the duck in the kettle and takes up 
wooden bowl and spoon from cupboard.) 

Desire. And for me, too? 

Priscilla (laughing and mocking). And thee, too! 
But, Desire, dost know the Indians are upon us, and 
they'll no doubt eat thee first of all, for thou'rt both 
fat and tender, and will prove a dainty bit thyself, 
I doubt not. (Priscilla goes out and Mary laughs.) 

Desire (pouting and dropping her platter with a 
bang). Dost mark, Mary, how Priscilla will ever flout 
me? 

Mary (sitting down in armchair and leaning her 
head on hand) . Nay, child, 't is but her way. She is 
full of merry quips. 

Desire (coming to table and pounding upon it with 
anger) . She needs beware how she makes quips at me; 
is there none other maid in Plymouth that is fit to 
marry that she should flaunt herself before the men 
from the doughty Captain to Gilbert Winslow and 
John Rowland? (Desire's face is smeared with a 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 19 

dark polish and her hair is ruffled; she takes from her 
pocket a bit of glass and holds it in front of her face, 
trying to wipe off the soil with moisture from her 
mouth on her fingers.) 

Mary (with annoyance). Peace, Desire. You are 
in a frenzy from jealousy. Priscilla is as good as she 
is witty and would ne'er harm man or child. Well 
mayst thou be ashamed ! 

Desire (shaking her head icith anger and taking a 
bit of faded riband from her pocket which she tries to fas- 
ten in her untidy hair). Nay, but I'll not be ashamed. 
She mocks the Captain and she mocks John Alden, 
but, forsooth, she will keep them both ever at her 
heels. I have liked the Captain well and since his wife. 
Rose, is dead and buried weeks agone, he hath shown 
me that he would fain ask me for wife did not Pris- 
cilla Molines woo him so desperately. 

Mary (rising in anger and shaking Desire by the 
shoulder). Child, cease such words of insult or I will 
report thee to the Elder! How dare one Christian 
woman speak thus of another? 

Desire (pulling away from Mary in anger). Well, 
why should not Captain Standish marry me as well 
as another? 

Mary (tvith withering scorn as she sits doivn at 
spinning-wheel). Why not, if it pleaseth him? I for- 
bid not the banns. 

(Desire goes to the chest, takes out a piece of 
riband stealthily, hides it in the warming pan, 
and sits down on the chest.) 

(John Rowland enters hastily with muskets and 
bullets in hand.) 



20 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

John Rowland {to Mart). Where is Captain 
Standish? Dost know, Mistress Mary? I have searched 
the settlement for him in vain. 

Mary. He and Francis Cooke went a-field so soon 
as they had done breakfast and, as they carried their 
axes and wedges in hand, it would seem they have 
gone to rive timber. 

(Desire has approached John Rowland and 
stands beside him; he turns suddenly and sees 
her, smirking at him; he shudders and moves 
towards door.) 

John Rowland. Aye, like enow; but as 'tis near 
noon, when they will be home for meat, we will e'en 
wait for the Captain's counsel and meanwhile see 
that all arms are in readiness. {He moves stool close to 
the spinning-ivheel and polishes his musket, placing 
his hat on floor; Desire pouts and waits by table; then 
suddenly she screeches.) 

Desire. Are the Indians upon us? 

John Rowland {ignoring Desire and speaking to 
Mary). I have heard ill news this morning. Peter 
Browne returned in haste from the pond where he 
had been a-fowling and told of a strange sight which 
came before his eyes. While he was waiting for the 
ducks to swim his way, he saw twelve stout salvages 
all painted and trimmed up, carrying bows and 
arrows and every man his little axe at his girdle. 
Each glided after each, like shadows upon the water, 
so still and smooth, and they seemed making for the 
settlement. 

(Desire screams and covers her head with her 
apron and falls upon the couch.) 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 21 

Desire {moaning and sobbing). Oh, they will kill 
us all in this terrible wilderness; why did we not re- 
turn in the Mayflower? 

(Priscilla enters with a bunch of mayflowers in one 
hand and a wooden bowl in the other, laughing.) 

Priscilla {to Desire). Probably because some of 
us had more courage than thou hast, poor Desire. 
{To John Howland.) What old wives' tales art thou 
using now, John Howland, to frighten these maids 
withal? 

(Priscilla puis flowers in a goblet and 'places 
them on table.) 
Mary. Nay, Priscilla, cease thy jesting; it is se- 
rious business that John Howland is relating — 
how Peter Browne saw twelve salvages beyond the 
pond where he was a-fowling and they seemed to be 
stealthily moving hither. 

John Howland. Aye, and, as he bent his ear, he 
caught the echo of their terrible war-cry. 

(Desire covers head with apron again and sobs 
on couch.) 
Priscilla {looking out at the door). Where, then, 
is Captain Standish? This is matter for his action. 
(Desire rises hastily and pushes angrily past 
Priscilla, at door.) 
Desire {turning to Priscilla) . And thou dost not 
always ken where is the Captain, albeit thou hast 
him bewitched when he is with thee? {With scorn, 
she goes out at door.) 

Priscilla {flushing and with angry eyes, looking af- 
ter Desire). What means she, Mary, by such a flout? 



22 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

Mary. She is crazed with fear and homesickness; 
the fever hath left her poor head empty of sense. 

Priscilla {laughing and moving to fireplace and 
kettle). Aye, more empty than her stomach; she will 
eat up all the tasty bits that I cook for Dame Carver 
if she be not watched. But I must try if the fowl be 
tender and ready for the Captain's dinner. 

(Enter Miles Standish with his axe, wi'pes his fore- 
head; John Rowland rises, still cleaning his musket.) 

Miles (to Rowland). The Governor hath been 
telling of Peter Browne's adventure or his recital of it. 
Perchance it is overdone by his fear, but it 's sure to 
come, soon or late, and a peace won by arms is stronger 
than one framed of words. When the salvages have 
made their onset, and we have chastised them roundly, 
we shall be right good friends. Meantime, Francis 
Cooke and I left our adzes and wedges where we were 
hewing plank, and so soon as I have taken sup, I'll 
forth to look for them with my snap-hance. 

(Priscilla takes up fowl on plate, puts on biscuits, 
and Mary pours out flagon of beer and places 
it on table as Miles sits down.) 
Priscilla (with a smile and nudge to Mary). We've 
heard of locking the stable when the steed was stolen. 
(Bradford and Squanto enter; the former has 
a hoe in his hand and takes off his hat, wiping 
his brow; Squanto has some small fish in his 
hand and Mary and Priscilla come close and 
examine fish.) 
Bradford (to Miles). Didst thou ever hear, then, 
of planting fish along with corn? 



SCENE 2] STAN DISH OF STANDISH 23 

Miles (eating with knife and sjpoon). Nay, didst 
thou? 

Bradford {leaning on his hoe). Squanto hath been 
telling the men how corn should be planted when the 
oak leaves are as large as a mouse's ear. Naturally 
the salvage knoweth somewhat of the place and its 
customs, seeing that he hath lived here, and still it 
irks me to see a salvage giving lessons to his white 
masters. 

Miles. But doth he aver that his people were used 
to plant j^sA with corn? 

Bradford {sitting down on stool at table) . Aye, and 
he went down to the brook yestere'en and set some 
manner of snare, and this morning hath taken a peck 
or so of little fish, for all the world like a Dutch 
herring, only bigger, and of these he says two must 
go into every hill of corn; that is, of corn of theirs, 
Indian corn, which we have bought — for of wheat 
or rye or barley he knoweth nothing. 

Squanto {coming towards Miles, who examines 
the fish). Land hungry; corn here many years. 

Bradford {with a superior air). Fancy the salvage 
calling the land hungry as if she were alive. Yet what 
saith Virgil? " Sheisthe vigorous mother of all outward 
life and when she dieth the end of all things comes." 
(Bradford has a dreamy look and does not notice 
as Madam Brewster enters with a cane; 
Priscilla sees her and hurries forward and 
Mary moves the armchair for her near the fire- 
place; Desire slinks in at door and starts at 
sight of Squanto and the fish, but hides near 
the cupboard. In passing the table she snatches 



24 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

a piece of fowl from the plate of Miles, who 
has risen and stands with back to table.) 
Miles (to Bradford). A pest on thy dreaming and 
bookish fancies! Dost thou agree to putting ^5^ to 
decay amid the corn we are to eat by and by? 

(John Rowland, who has been talking with 

Priscilla, is pushed forward gently by her and 

advances to Bradford and Miles ai table.) 

John Rowland. We are to live by what we reap, 

not by what we plant. It striketh my fancy that the 

man who hath raised and eaten his bread on this spot 

for many a year is Hke to know better how to do it 

than we who have just come. But what matter as to 

my opinion? (With some annoyance.) 

Squanto. Tisquantum get more corn for white 
men. (Looks longingly at pitcher and flagon.) Drink 
for dry throat, Master Captain? 

Miles (laughing.) Aye, Priscilla will give thee a 
drop for that dry throat. 

(Priscilla pours out drink and Squanto gulps 

it down; she motions to Desire to clear away 

table and Mary assists; Miles takes down his 

sword and examines its blade. Squanto looks 

askance at the sword and stealthily goes out; 

Desire takes a bit of biscuit and eats with 

gravy.) 

Bradford. Then, John Rowland, tell Stephen 

Ropkins that it were well to follow the native custom 

in these matters, at least for the first. I would that I 

could go a-field and do my share of the work (rising 

with difficulty). Still the rheumatics in my huckle-bone 

bids me hug the fire. 'T is woundy hot on that hill- 



SCENE 2] STAN DISH OF STANDI SH 25 

side. I 've known July cooler than this April. 'T was 
on such a day of last week that Governor Carver fell 
at his planting and died in the night. {He moves to- 
wards door.) 

(Madam Brewster is winding some yarn and 
Priscilla sits on floor beside her, holding the 
yarn.) 
Madam Brewster. Aye, and his wife had begged 
him not to go a-field, for it was cruelly hot and he 
was overborne with toil already. But he answered, 
"Nay, I were indeed unfit for the leader of the breth- 
ren could I send them forth to labor that I counted 
too heavy for myself." 

Miles. He had ever said, from the day we landed 
on the Clarke's Island, that he would be only the 
Moses to lead us and look upon the Promised Land, 
but that Bradford should be the Joshua who should 
make the people dwell in safety therein. 

(As Bradford is approaching the door, following 
John Rowland, John Alden enters in excite- 
ment, with a headless arrow in his hand.) 
John Alden {coming towards Miles, who sits on 
stool at table, polishing his sword). Francis Cooke 
hath found this headless arrow when he returned to 
the tree where you would have felled timber; your 
tools were gone and this arrow was in a cleft of the 
log. 

(Bradford returns to room and Rowland passes 
out.) 
Miles {rising and looking keenly at the arroiv). Rm! 
A cartel of defiance! Well, 't is like our salvage fore- 
fathers of Britain challenging Julius Caesar and the 



26 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

Roman power. (He handles his sword with care.) Here 
may be work for my Gideon. 

Bradford. John Alden, it were well for you to call 
the men for a council to-night. All the men, mark you. 
We name you as sheriff. 

Priscilla {laughing, as she sits winding yarn). But 
none of the women, mark you, John. 

Mary {at cupboard where she is arranging dishes). 
Nay, Priscilla, who ever heard of women clamoring 
to be heard among men in council? 

(John Alden goes out, followed by Bradford.) 

Priscilla {to Miles). Is Gideon the name of your 
sword. Captain? 

Miles. Aye, I have christened it so; but me- 
thinks, like other converts, he finds the new name 
sits uneasily at times, and would fain use the old 
one. 

Priscilla. And what might that be? 

Miles. Ah, that is what no man alive can tell. He 
who forged it of that rare metal which now and again 
falls from the skies, and he who first wielded and 
named it, have Iain in the dust well-nigh a thousand 
years, if old tales be true. 

Mary and Priscilla {vrith amazement). A thousand 
years? 

Mistress Brewster {leaning forward to look at 
sword). But what is its history — if you will tell it, 
Captain Standish? 

Miles. It would be too long a tale to tell it all. It 
belonged to an old armorer in Ghent, for whom I did 
some service in protecting his daughter, and the old 
man was more grateful than need be and came one 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 27 

night to my lodgings, bringing this sword wrapped 
in his mantle as a gift to me, 

Mis-BREss Brewster. Perchance the sword will 
have another tale to tell before many days if the re- 
port of salvages lurking about be true. Prithee, say 
on, Captain. 

(Priscilla takes the yarn to the spinning-wheel 

and winds it there, at the same time listening; 

Mary takes a sock from her pocket and knits, 

and Desire sits idle by the fireplace swinging 

her feet and body.) 

Miles. This old armorer of Ghent told me how, as 

a young man, full of lustihood, he went out to fight 

the Turks and was a prisoner; a lady in the castle 

loved him, but he loved her not, having a sweetheart 

at home. 

Desire (pouting). 'T is ever thus with women; 
they give their love and it is scorned. 

(Priscilla looks at Mary and they smile.) 

Madam Brewster (with surprise and pain, to 

Desire). Hush, child! Such remarks are not seemly. 

(John Alden enters, wipes his brow with large 

handkerchief from his pocket, woidd speak, but 

pauses as he sees Miles is about to speak.) 

Miles. The lady had a noble heart and set him free, 

giving him not alone a purse of gold, but also this 

sword which she averred had been captured from the 

Persian people hundreds of years before. 

John Alden. Said you not once it was a charmed 
sword. Captain? 

Miles. Aye, she said there was a charm upon it 
that whoever should carry it would be invincible 



28 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act i 

and scatheless. She, poor maid, with tears and smiles 
gave it to him who loved her not and he, for very 
ruth, gave her a tender kiss, and they parted. 

(Priscilla comes to Miles and examines the 
sword and glances at John Alden as he stands 
beside her; Mary wipes away a tear; Desire 
whispers and smiles.) 

Mistress Brewster. Aye, I pity the maid. But 
she was overbold to give her love before it was asked. 

Priscilla. What mean these outlandish signs and 
marks upon the blade? 

Miles. Pastor Robinson told me of an ancient 
scholar in Amsterdam whom I found with skin as 
yellow as his parchments; he told me there was on 
this blade what would keep me from harm if I would 
but make it mine own. But I concern myself but 
little with such matters, having found my own right 
arm enough to keep my head and the grace of God 
better than any heathen charm. (He rises and holds 
sword lovingly.) I like better to call it mine Gideon. 

Mistress Brewster. Well spoken, Captain. Gid- 
eon was, like thee, a mighty soldier. If thou hast to 
lead our men against the salvages it will be "with 
the sword of the Lord and of Gideon," and we shall 
be protected. 

John Alden {to Miles). Would it be well to warn 
Goodwife Billington that she may have the Common 
House redded for our council to-night? 

Miles. Well thought on, John. I'll tell Howland 
to take her the message. {He hangs sword on peg, takes 
his hat and goes out.) 

Priscilla {taking a bucket from the fireplace and 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 29 

calling John Alden, as he would go out the door). John, 
you had better take this bucket; you or John How- 
land must needs lay a hand to the redding; best 
bring up two or three buckets of sand from the beach, 
and when yon slattern hath done her best, spill you 
the sand over all and so hide her shortcomings. (All 
laugh.) 

John Alden. 'T is good advice, Mistress Pris- 
cilla, as thine ever is. {He bows and Priscilla makes 
a curtsy to him and Mary claj)s her hands; Mistress 
Brewster shakes her head and yet she smiles in a 
kindly way.) 

CUETAIN 



ACT II 

SCENE 1 

Scene: same as Act I. Time: early autumn of 1621 
John Alden is standing in doorway of room, with 
hat in hand and Priscilla is mixing some food at table 
in a wooden bowl; she stops at times to toss her head and 
then stirs with more vigor; suddenly she turns and sees 
John Alden, laughs, beckons to him, and he enters 
with a smile and comes to table; she puts down her 
bowl, goes to cupboard and takes down ink-horn and 
paper and places it on table. 

Priscilla. The Captain saith thou'rt a ready 
writer. 

John Alden {with soft tones). Can I do aught for 
thee, Priscilla? 

Priscilla {stirring her food and slowly approaching 
the fireplace) . Mayhap. 

John Alden (moving towards her and being waved 
aside, as she fills an iron kettle with the food and hangs 
it on the crane). And what is it, maid? Well thou 
knowest it is more than a joy for me to do thy bidding. 

Priscilla {in a teasing way). I know not what 
feeling more than joy can be unless haply it topple 
over t'other side and become woe, and I would loth 
to breed thee woe. 

John Alden {shaking his head and sitting down at 
table). What is thy wish, Priscilla? Tell me what my 
pen can do for thee? 

Priscilla {laughing and coming towards the table). 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 31 

Thy pen ! Then 't is not thy heart or thy hand that 
is at my service — only thy pen. 

John Alden (trying to take her hand and at last 
seizing it). Oh, sweetheart, thou knowest only too 
well that hand and heart and all I have are thine, if 
thou wilt but take them. 

Priscilla (pulling her hand away and sitting down 
on stool opposite John). Nay, John, thou must not 
speak so, nor touch my hand until I give it thee of 
mine own free will — 

John Alden (interrupting and smiling). Until! 
Dost thou mean that sometime thou wilt give it? 

Priscilla (taking a sock out of her pocket and be- 
ginning to knit). Come, now Master Alden. I am 
ready. 

John Alden. I would thou wert ready, Priscilla. 
To whom shall I address the letter. (He takes his 
quill and dips it in ink.) 

Priscilla (with sly glance). Methinks I would first 
put time and place at the head of the sheet. So I 
have noted that letters are begun. 

John Alden (writing slowly). Aye, well, then, here 
it is. And what next. Mistress Priscilla? 

Priscilla. Next, Master John, thou mayst set 
down, "My well-beloved." 

John Alden (with surprise and resentment). Well, 
who is thy well-beloved? 

Priscilla. Nay, the name is of no importance. 
Let us go on. "I promised thee news of my welfare 
so soon as opportunity should serve to send it. And 
now I would have thee know that I find none to take 
thy place in my heart or eyes — " 



32 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

John Alden {laying down pen with anger and rising 
from table). I did not deem thee so unmaidenly as to 
ask a man who loves thee to write thy love-message 
to one thou favorest more highly. 'T is not well done, 
Mistress, neither modest nor kind. 

(He takes his hat and starts towards door. Pris- 
ciLLA rises and stands in front of him, with 
flashing eyes.) 

Priscilla. I wonder at thy hardihood, John Alden, 
putting such reproach on me. Never again think that 
I will listen to thy wooing. (With sudden change of 
manner and a laugh.) Thou stupid oaf, did I not tell 
thee that the letter was to Jeanne De la Noye, my 
dear girl-friend in Ley den? 

(John shrugs his shoulders and sits down at table, 
while Priscilla goes to fireplace and looks at 
kettle.) 

John Alden (sighing and taking up quill). Nay, 
thou told'st me no such thing. 

Priscilla (moving slowly back to her seat). Well, I 
tell thee now, and thou may'st put, "Jeanne," after 
"Well-beloved" at the top, an thou wilt. Art sat- 
isfied now, thou quarrelsome fellow? (She touches his 
sleeve lightly and he looks up, still sober.) Nay, now I 
will be good, John. 

John Alden (writing and shaking his head). Ah, 
well-a-day, I am indeed an oaf, as thou sayest, to be 
so wrought upon by a coy maid's smiles and frowns, 
but have thy will. Mistress, have thy will. 

Priscilla (standing beside the door with sober face) . 
Nay, now, John, cannot a big, brave fellow like thee 
take a poor maid's folly more gently? Think, then, 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 33 

John of how forlorn a maid it is; think of the graves 
under yon hillside — {She begins to sob and covers her 
face.) 

John Alden (hurrying to her side and placing his 
arm about her waist). There, there, dear heart! For- 
give my brutishness; forgive me, sweet one, or I shall 
go out and do some injury to myself or another, thou 
hast so stirred my sluggish heart — 

Priscilla (breaking away and laughing). Thy slug- 
gish heart, John! Why, thy heart is like an open 
tub of gunpowder, and all my poor, thoughtless 
words seem sparks to kindle it. (She moves back to 
table, taking his hand and drawing him to his stool.) 
Let us be friends and get on with my fond messages 
to Jeanne and her sister, Marie, or I shall have to 
put away my paper hardly the better for thy work. 

John Alden (with fond looks at her as she sits down 
at the spinning-wheel). Well, then, thou honey bee, 
as sweet as thy sting is sharp, what shall I write 
next? 

Priscilla (toying with the thread on the wheel). Tell 
her, in thine own words, how long we were cooped 
in the ship Mayflower and how we landed, and Mary 
Chilton and not I was first of all the women to leap 
upon the rock we call our threshold. (John writes and 
she looks down sadly.) And, John, tell her how I am 
orphaned of father and mother and brother, and 
even the dear old servant who carried me in his arms, 
and many a time in Leyden walked behind us as we 
three malapert maids — oh, me — (She breaks down 
in sobs.) 

(Miles Standish enters, stands in amazement at 



34 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

door, then walks to table; Priscilla glides out 
of the door with her face hidden in her hands.) 

Miles {sternly to John Alden). Hast thou done 
aught to offend Mistress Molines? 

John Alden {rising indignantly). Not I. She asked 
me to write for her to some maid of her acquaintance 
in Leyden, and when it came to telling of her or- 
phanage and desolate estate, her woman-heart gave 
way and she was moved to tears. {He goes to door and 
looks out.) 

Miles {with bent head). Aye, poor child. 'T is 
sad enow, but perchance we will put that right pres- 
ently. Bradford and I have talked of the matter and 
he has reminded me that when William Molines lay 
a-dying, he sent for me to watch with him the night 
and he besought me to promise that I would take 
the maid, Priscilla, under my keeping and not let 
her come to want. He said naught of marriage nor 
did I, and such speech would have been unseemly 
for him and hateful to me. Bradford thinks, forsooth, 
that he meant me to take her to wife when my Rose 
was laid to rest. If the maid is of her father's mind, 
I will be bound — 

John Alden {in alarm coming towards him). Doth 
Priscilla know of this — this compact betwixt her 
father and thee? 

Miles. I know not, but 't is time I knew her mind. 
Doubtless, her father told her ere he died, but there 
has been no convenient season for wooing and — 
truth to tell — I have no great hearty towards the 
matter. I'll tell thee, boy, thou shalt woo her for 
me. 



SCENE i] STANDISH OF STANDISH 35 

John Alden (with vigorous protests and hastening 
to the door). Nay, Master — 

Miles (taking the arm of Alden and leading him 
to table). Nay, nay me no nays and but me no buts, 
for the scheme pleases me and so it shall be — the 
lady's angry dignity may be appeased for the delay 
by seeing that I woo her as princesses are wooed, by 
proxy. Get thee back to thy pen-craft, and when it is 
done, come to me at the Fort; I have work there for 
thee. 

(Miles goes out, with a look back at Alden, who 
walks the floor; soon he sits at the table and sinks 
his head on his arms; he does not see Priscilla, 
who enters quietly, with a branch of pussy-ivil- 
lows in her hands; she stands amazed, looks at 
John, then touches him on the arm and he looks 
up with haggard face.) 
Priscilla (surprised and kindly, sitting doum on 
stool). Hast finished, scribe? 

John Alden (in lifeless tone). Wilt thou set thy 
name at the end. Mistress? 

Priscilla (turning over the sheet as John Alden 
rests his head on hand). Ah, there is a little room here. 
Say, "My friendly salutations to thy brothers, 
Jacques, Philip, and my little Guillaume, and now I 
think on't, Jacques asked me to advise him if this 
were a good place for a young man to settle, and, as 
I promised, I will now bid thee say that to my mind 
it is a place of goodly promise, and I were glad in- 
deed to see all my friends of the house of De la Noye 
coming hither in the next ship. 
John Alden (writing slowly, and with sarcasm with- 



86 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

out looking at Priscilla). I have heard ere now that 
the pith of a woman's letter was in the postscriptum, 
just as the sting of a honey bee cometh at the latter 
end. And now wilt thou sign? (He pushes the 'pa'per 
towards her and still averts his face.) 

Priscilla {looking keenly at him). Yes. Give me the 
quill. {He passes it. She writes slowly and with diffi- 
culty.) Ciel, how it sputters and spatters. 'T is a 
wondrous poor pen, John. 

John Alden {rising). It served my turn well enow. 

Priscilla {surprised and puzzled at his manner). 
And wilt thou not address it? {He takes the quill, but 
still stands.) To the Sieur Jacques De la Noye for 
Mademoiselle Jeanne De la Noye. And thank thee, 
kindly, John, for all thy trouble. 

(John Alden moves toumrds the door; pauses, 
looks at her for a second.) 

John Alden. Thou'rt more than welcome, Priscilla. 

Priscilla {coming towards him and reaching out 
her hand; he hesitates, then takes it in his). But why so 
grave upon it, lad? 

John Alden. The heart knoweth its own bitter- 
ness and mine hath no lack of bitter food. {He drops 
his head.) 

Priscilla. Nay, perhaps thou turnest sweet into 
bitter. A kind word to the brother of my gossip, 
Jeanne — 

John Alden {turns away, goes to hearth and takes 
bucket and, at door, stops). Ah, that 's not all nor the 
worst. But, I '11 fetch thee some water from the spring. 
{He goes out sadly.) 

(Priscilla stands looking after him at the door, 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 37 

then goes to the fireplace and stirs the fire, shakes 

the kettle and hums a tune, rests her head on the 

fireplace, goes to table, takes up letter and holds 

it with a smile.) 

Priscilla. Handsome Jacques with his quick 

wit and gentle breeding, and our brave Captain of 

knightly chivalry and — and — (looking up) John. 

SLOW CURTAIN 

SCENE 2 

Scene: same interior. Time: early autumn, 1621. On 
top of fireplace are bayberry candles and candle-moidds; 
on table are flagon and wooden dipper; also some au- 
tumn fruits; Priscilla is sitting at the spinning-wheel 
alone when curtain lifts; she sings, as she gently moves 
the wheel, a stanza of Luther's Hymn: — 

A mighty fortress is our God, 

A bulwark never failing; 
Our helper He amid the flood 

Of mortal ills prevailing; 
For still our ancient foe, 
Doth seek to work us woe; 
His craft and power are great. 

And armed with cruel hate; 
On earth is not his equal. ' 

(Suddenly she stops and listens and, from behind 

the scenes, is heard a gay trill like that of a 

bird; she stops and goes to the door. 

Priscilla (standing by door). Ah, little bird! 

Better fly south before the cold winter comes on. 

^ This translation of Luther's Hymn, written by Martin 
Luther in 1529, is by Frederick Henry Hedge (1852). It is used 
here because it is more effective than the version by Miles 
Coverdale (1539) found in his Remains, p. 569 (edited, 1846). 



38 STAN DISH OF STAN DISH [act ii 

'T is a sad country when the snow flies, cold for 
body and spirit. I, too, used to sing gay songs as 
bhthe as thine — old lays of France as sweet as ever 
bird could sing. Alack — 

(With a sudden change in her manner, she returns 
to the wheel and turning it gently sings a lilting 
song.) 

Pernette rises so early. 

Three hours ere dawning breaks, 

Tra la la la! 
Ere dawning breaks. 
She gathers up her distaff. 
Her spinning-wheel she takes. 
Her spinning-wheel she takes. 
Her spinning-wheel she takes, 

Tra la la la! 

La Pernette se leve, 
Trois heures avant le jour, 

Tra la la la! 
Avant le jour, 

Elle prend sa que-nouillette, 
Avec son petit tour, 
Avec son petit tour, 
Avec son petit tour, 

Tra la la la! ^ 

(John Alden comes in at door, unseen by Pris- 

ciLLA, and stands with hat in hand and a sad, 

tender look on his face, listening, and watching 

her.) 

John Alden (05 Pbiscilla pauses in her song). 

Well done, maid! Thou hast so outsung the bird 

that he hath flown. 

' Early songs of the fifteenth and sixteenth centuries are found 
in Sixty Folk-Songs of France, edited by Julien Tiersot, published 
by Ohver Ditson Co., 1915. 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 39 

Priscilla (glancing wp and then turning back to 
the wheel). Nay, methinks he flew because he saw an 
owl abroad, and owls are ever grewsome neighbors to 
poor little songsters). 

(Priscilla -presses treadle swiftly and draws out 
a cobweb thread carefully as John Alden 
approaches, but she does not look at him.) 

John Alden. What a fine thread thou drawest, 
Priscilla. 

Priscilla. 'T is hardly stout enow to hang a man, 
and yet stout enow for my purposes, good John. 

John Alden. Wilt weave it on Master Allerton's 
loom when 't is done? 

Priscilla. Mayhap I'll weave it into lace for a 
pillow, as the fair maids in Holland used to do. What 
think'st thou, John, would be said or done should I 
weave some ells of span-wide lace and trim my Sun- 
day kirtle therewith? Mistress White, nay. Mistress 
Winslow that is now, would rend it away with her 
own fingers. (She looks up at John ivith a smile.) 

John Alden. And yet Master Winslow weareth 
cambric ruffles on occasion and his dame hath a 
paduasoy kirtle and mantle and so had Mistress 
Carver and some others of our company. 

Priscilla (laughing). Marry come up! How wise 
the lad hath grown! Hast been pondering women's 
clothes instead of the books the Captain gives thee 
to study, John? (With an arch look at him.) 

(John Alden starts and moves away and his 
manner becomes grave; he sits down on a stool, 
pushed away a little from the wheel.) 

John Alden. Well do I like thy merry mood, 



40 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

Priscilla, and care not though thou flout me ever so 
sharply, but mine errand to-day is somewhat of im- 
portance, and I pray thee to Hsten seriously. 

Priscilla (with averted face, fixing the thread on 
the wheel). Nay, good lad, waste not such solemnities 
on me. 'T will be Sunday in three days, and thou 
canst take the Elder's place and seriously exhort 
(mockingly). 

John Alden (straightens up and is severe in man- 
ner). Priscilla, wilt thou be serious? 

Priscilla (sitting idle and looking at him with 
serene face). As death, John. What is it? 

John Alden. I writ a letter for thee to thy friend 
Jeanne De la Noye — 

Priscilla (with mock-seriousness). 'T is a sad 
truth, John. 

John Alden (looking down and hesitating). And 
methought there was some word in it that pointed 
to — pointed to — 

Priscilla (laughing). Yes, good youth, that 
pointed to — pointed to — and what did it point 
to? 

John Alden. That pointed to some contract, or 
mayhap not more than some understanding — un- 
derstanding — 

Priscilla (rising and standing above John). If 
't was a word that pointed to any understanding of 
thee and thy stammering, John Alden, I pray thee 
speak it without more ado. Say what is in thy mind 
if indeed there is aught there. 

John Alden (as Priscilla sits again at the wheel 
and begins to draw the thread). Well, then, art thou 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 41 

promised to Jacques De la Noye, and is he coming 
here to wed thee? 

(Priscilla bends her head low and pulls the thread 
so hard that it snaps and she tries to join it.) 

Priscilla. See now what mischief thy folly hath 
wrought to my thread! Of a truth there's no cause 
to complain of blindness in thy speech now, Master 
Alden. But still I have noted that if thou canst drive 
a bashful youth out of his bashfulness, there are no 
bounds to his frowardness. {With a look of amusement 
at John whose head is lowered.) 

John Alden. Loth were I to offend thee and that 
thou knowest right well, but I fain would have an 
answer to my query. (He hesitates and then rises.) 
But, Priscilla, I am sent to thee with a proffer of 
marriage, and if thou 'rt already bespoke 't is not 
fitting that thou shouldst hear it. {He walks behind 
Priscilla and stands with bowed head.) 

Priscilla {turning sharply around on her stool, 
getting caught in the thread and letting it snap without 
attention to it). Thou'rt sent, John Alden? Who sent 
thee? 

John Alden {in a low tone). Captain Standish. 

Priscilla {angrily). Sent thee! Was it too much 
honor to a poor maid for him to do his own errand? 

John Alden. Nay, be not angered, Priscilla, al- 
though he feared thou wouldst be. He feared thou 
wert angry already and he would have thee know he 
stood in terror and dared not present himself. {He 
handles his hat in nervousness and stammers.) 

Priscilla {leaning her head on her hand and al- 
most sobbing). John Alden, art thou and thy master 



42 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

joined in a league to flout and insult me, an orphaned 
maid? If thou hast an errand from Captain Standish 
to me, say it in as few words as may be, or I will 
never speak word to thee again. 

John Alden (placing his hat on the table and coming 
to Priscilla's side, standing with dignity). Thou'rt 
right, Priscilla, and I have done sore discredit thus 
far to the honorable master on whose errand I come. 
Captain Standish, as no doubt thou knowest, spake 
with thy father before he died of a marriage in time 
to come between him and thee — 

Priscilla (looking wp angrily). Nay, I knew it 
not, nor am bound by any such speech — 

John Alden {with apology in manner and toying 
with the top of the wheel). Captain Standish took it 
that thou didst know, and feared that thou hadst 
felt his silence to be some want of eagerness — (stam- 
mers). 

Priscilla (beginning to spin). Aye, I see! He feared 
that I was angered that he had not wooed me across 
his wife's and my father's graves, and so thrust thee 
forward to bear the first outburst of my fury. (She 
looks up coyly at John, who meets her eye and then 
looks down.) 'T was kindly thought on if not over- 
valiant, and 't is an honorable (with sarcasm), a 
noble office for thee, John, who hast at odd times 
thrown me a soft word thyself. 

John Alden (walking the floor vyith agitation). Oh, 
maiden, maiden, wilt thou trample to death the poor 
heart that thou knowest is all thine own! I "throw 
thee a soft word now and again." Why, thou knowest 
but too well how I hang like a beggar on thy foot- 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 43 

steps to catch even a careless word that thou mayst 
fling at me. (He bends lovingly over the wheel and to- 
wards Priscilla.) Thou knowest that I love thee, 
maid, as blind men love sight, and dying men water — 
Priscilla {sto'p'ping her work and looking archly 
at him). Then, why don't you speak for yourself, 
John? 

(John Alden starts suddenly in confusion and 

walks away while Priscilla goes to the chest, 

takes out some linen and, filling the dip-per from 

the bucket, sprinkles the clothes, standing with 

her face towards John, front.) 

John Alden (pausing at door). Ah, Priscilla, 't is 

not kind to try me thus! Surely thou hast triumphed 

often enow in despising my humble suit without 

wounding me afresh to-day. Sith I may not hope to 

call thee mine, maiden, I could better bear to see 

thee wife of the noble soldier whom I serve than of 

any other man; mayhap thou knowest not that he 

cometh of noble lineage, a race that hath borne 

coat-armor since Norman William led them across 

the Channel — 

Priscilla (with laughter in her face). Didst not 
bring some heraldic tree or chart to dazzle mine eyes 
with? 

(John Alden does not notice her interruption, 
but recites on with his back towards her.) 
John Alden. Among his ancestors are men of 
noble deeds and proud achievements who have car- 
ried the name of Standish of Standish on the fore- 
front of battle, and in Kings' Councils — 
^ Priscilla (with a movement of annoyance, holding 



44 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

the dipper in the air). Did he bid thee say all this 
also? 

John Alden (sitting down on stool by table). Nay, 
Priscilla, there's a time for all things, and I must 
feel it unworthy of thy womanhood to so perversely 
jeer and flout at a good man's love, when 't is 
honestly offered thee. 

Priscilla, A good man's love? But I have heard 
naught of any love offered me by Miles Standish. 
Thou hast off'ered, in his name, some coat-armor, and 
a long lineage, and courage, both ancestral and of his 
own person, and — what else? I forget, but surely 
there was no love among these commodities. Didst 
drop it by the way, or did the Captain forget to 
send it, John? (She smiles archly.) 

John Alden (seriously). Mayhap he kept it back 
to give it thee by word of mouth, Priscilla, and if he 
did, it is a treasure even thou shouldst not despise, 
for never did I see a nature at once so brave, so strong, 
so tender. Ah, Priscilla, his is a heart of gold, a man 
among ten thousand — be wise beyond thy years, 
and answer him comfortably. (He rises and walks 
floor.) 

Priscilla (shaking out her linen and rolling it). 
And hast thou done, John? Hast said all thy say? 

John Alden (gasping and standing still). Aye, maid. 

Priscilla. Then, lad, clear thy memory of it all, 
and make room for the answer I will give thee. 

John Alden. And let it be a gentle one, Priscilla. 

Priscilla. Oh, thou knowest how to dress an un- 
welcome message in comely phrase better than any 
man of mine acquaintance, unless it be Master 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 45 

Winslow {with bitter tone). So try thy skill on simple 
NO, for 't is all I have to say. 

John Alden {with an expression of gladness, fol- 
lowed by one of embarrassment, coming towards the table 
and leaning upon it). But, Priscilla, but, maiden — 
bethink thee, — be not so shrewd of tongue — 

Priscilla. Nay, wilt have my reasons, Master En- 
voy? Well, then, I care not for a man who cares not 
to do his own wooing. I care naught for coat-armor, 
not for pedigree, I, whose forbears were honest bour- 
geoisie of Lyons, — and I care not for a red beard 
{with a smile), nor for widowers, nor for men old 
enow to be my sire — 

John Alden {amused). But he is but six and thirty, 
maiden. 

Priscilla. And I am naught-and-twenty, and I 
am a-weary of thy chat, John Alden, and — {almost 
in tears as she sits down in armchair) — and I fain 
would be alone, so I wish thee good e'en — and a 
keener wit. 

{She refuses to look at him again and he goes 
out sadly as Madam Brewster and Mary 
Chilton enter, with Desire coming in after^ 
eating a plum or other fruit and slyly throwing 
the core into the fireplace. Priscilla rises hastily 
and assists Madam Brewster to her chair and 
goes towards Mary, who is clapping her hands 
and almost dancing.) 
Mary. Oh, Priscilla, maid, what think 'st thou is 
towards now? 

Priscilla {in a mocking tone). The Governor is 
fain to marry thee, Mary, and the Elder is ready to 
give his blessing. Is't not so? 



46 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act ii 

Madam Brewster {looking Mndly^ yet with re- 
proof, at the girls who are standing with arms about 
each other). Maids! Dear maids! Such levity of words 
is not seemly. 

Priscilla (seizing the dipper from the table). What 's 
thy news, Mary? Speak or I'll sprinkle thee as I did 
the linen. 

Mary (laughing and dodging as Priscilla twirls 
the dipper above her head). What wouldst thou give 
to know? Didst sprinkle John Alden just now? He 
looked much as if a wet blanket had been thrown 
upon him when we met him in the lane a short time 
ago! (They both laugh anc? Desire gives a loud giggle.) 
Madam Brewster. Why, maids, what unseemly 
mirth is this ? Know not that the laughter of fools is 
like the crackling of thorns under the pot — what 
says the Good Book? 

(Priscilla piits down the dipper and demurely 
clears away the table while Mary sits on a stool 
and Desire climbs on another stool to look into 
the cupboard; the stool tips and she jumps just 
in time to save falling; Priscilla pushes her 
away with a whispered remonstrance and De- 
sire sits on chest and swings her feet awkwardly. 
Mary. Well, Priscilla, the Governor hath resolved 
upon a day, or rather a week, of holiday and thanks- 
giving for the mercies God hath shown us. It was 
determined to invite King Massasoit and his train 
to the feast. (With more animation.) Think of it, 
Priscilla! A whole week of feasting and holiday! 

Priscilla (turning around at cupboard). It sounds 
well enow, but who is to make ready this feasting? 



SCENE 2] STAN DISH OF STAN DISH 47 

Mary (hesitating). Why — all of us — and chiefly 
you, dear wench, for none can season a delicate dish 
like you, or — 

Priscilla (sitting down on the floor beside Mistress 
Brewster who smooths her hair). Aye, aye, I know 
that song full well; but dost really think, Mary, that 
to do a great deal more and a good deal harder cook- 
ing than our wont, will be so very sprightly holiday? 

Mistress Brewster. But 't will be doing our 
part to ma.ke holiday for others. 

Priscilla. Truth, dear mother — and what shall 
we cook from our (with sarcasm) ample store? — man- 
chets and marchpanes and plum-porridge and possets 
for a change, I suppose. 

Mary. The men will bring in wild turkeys which 
thou canst stuff with beechnuts. 

Mistress Brewster. Aye, and thou canst cook 
fish in shells as thou didst a week agone; but I 
fear me our men cannot dine to-day on the promise 
of the coming feast. 

Priscilla (rising hastily and going to the fireplace 
and taking down a kettle from hook). Well thought on, 
mother dear. (She beckons to Mary and Desire.) 
Come maids, to work, to work. (They begin to lay 
table.) 

SLOW curtain 



ACT III 

SCENE 1 

Scene: same as Act II. Time: three weeks later, No- 
vember, 1621. There are branches of autumn leaves and 
corn hanging in bunches from the ceiling and fruit in 
clusters, drying near fire-place. Mary Chilton enters 
with her apron full of nuts which she empties into a 
wooden boid on table; she is flushed and her hair is ruf- 
fled by the wind; she throws bach her cape and sits down 
in the armchair with a sad, far-away look on her face. 
Miles Standish enters, takes off his hat and wipes 
his forehead; he is follcnved by Squanto, with a bow 
and arrow, and some wild birds. Mary sees Miles, 
and rises from chair and he sits down; Mary goes to 
Squanto and examines the birds.) 

Miles (speaking to himself). This is the first day 
that I have not felt strange in my head for a fort- 
night. The air indeed to-day is good, but I have a 
weakness still about my limbs. 'T was a strange ill- 
ness and a bitter physic that the doctor gave me. 
'T is a day of rare warmth for November. The Elder 
well said that these days are Indian summer, albeit 
the harvest is gathered and the winter is nigh. 

Squanto. Indian summer, say you. It is a good 
word. It come with Massasoit to our feast, when we 
have much good to eat — and to drink (with sugges- 
tive look at flask) . 

(Outside is heard a drum, and Bradford enters, 



SCENE 1 ] STANDISH OF STANDISH 49 

greets Miles, who rises and sits on stool as 
Bradford sits in chair; Squanto goes out.) 

Bradford. It is good to see thee about. Captain; 
dost hear Bart Allerton beat the drum-call? He does 
credit to your teaching, Captain; yet methinks there 
may be danger that a vain delight in his own per- 
formance may cause the lad, on a Sabbath, to forget 
that this drum, for lack of a bell, is our call to prayer. 
Wouldst thou direct. Miles, that in future on a Sab- 
bath, the drum shall sound but three heavy and un- 
modulated beats? 

Miles {with slight annoyance) . Oh, if it wilPplease 

thee better. Didst ever hear of the tyrant Procrustes? 

(Mary sits at spinning-wheel.) 

Bradford. What of him? 

Miles. Only that he would force all men to fit one 
measure, though he dragged the life out of them. 
Dost thou fancy the God to whom we pray is better 
pleased with a dreary noise than with some hint of 
melody? (Mary laughs.) 

Bradford. Why must thou ever be so hot. Miles? 
Hast been chiding John Alden of late? I have noted 
that the younker's face and voice are not as blithe 
as they were wont to be. 

Miles. Like enow he's thwarted at missing a 
chance of a brush with the red skins when we go, as 
I plan, in a few days to settle matters with Corbitant 
and his treacherous Indians who would turn Massa- 
soit against us if he could. John Alden has as brave 
a heart as any in the colony, but — in my judgment 
— 't were best he should not go with us on this ex- 
pedition of danger. 



50 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act iii 

Mary (going out with Bradford). Art going to 
Stephen Hopkins's? I'd fain go with thee and see the 
letters and gifts which the ship Fortune hath brought 
to Constance Hopkins. 

(Miles sits in the armchair, leans back his head 
and seems to sleep; Priscilla enters, glances at 
him, walks softly to cupboard and takes out three 
wooden platters in her hands, and is about to go 
out with them when Miles opens his eyes with a 
start, sees her and says ;) 
Miles (to himself). Nay, I'll not be toyed with 
longer! {To Priscilla, with a tone of authority.) Mis- 
tress Molines, I would have a word with you. 

Priscilla (pausing in surprise, then starting for 
the door). Nay, Captain, I am not of your train-band 
and your business must wait my pleasure and con- 
venience. Now I am over-busy. (She moves towards 
the door.) 

Miles (rising from chair and advancing towards her) . 
Nay, then, if I spoke amiss I crave your pardon. Mis- 
tress, and had we more time I would beat my brains 
for some of the flowery phrases I used to hear among 
the court gallants who came to learn war in Flanders. 
But I also have business as weighty as thine and as 
little able to brook delay. So, I pray you of your 
courtesy to set down your platters on this table 
and listen patiently to me for a matter of five 
minutes. 

Priscilla (with proud manner, still holding the 
platters). I am listening, sir. 

Miles (insistent and coming nearer to her). Nay, 
put down the platters or let me put them down. 



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Priscilla (tossing her head, but putting platters on 
table) . There, then, and glad am I — (she pauses and 
mutters) . 

Miles. Glad of what, Mistress? 

Priscilla (between tears and smiles). That I'm not 
often under your orders, sir. 

Miles. Ah, but we'll waste no time in skirmishing, 
fair enemy. Tell me rather what you meant by the 
loving-cup sent me at the feast a fortnight agone! 

Priscilla (unth flashes of surprise). I send you a 
loving-cup, sir? 

Miles (sitting down on stool while Priscilla still 
stands at table) . Aye, call it by what name you will ; I 
mean the cup that Desire Minter brought me from 
thee, with a message that I should drink thy health. 

Priscilla (tossing her head and moving away). 
Loth were I to think. Captain Standish, that you 
would willfully insult a maid with none to defend her, 
and so I will charitably suppose that you have been 
forced to drink too many healths to guard well your 
own. (She stoops to take platters.) 

Miles (seizing her by the arm). Now, by the God 
that made us both, wench, I '11 have an end to this. 
Nay, not one step will you stir until you or I are laid 
in a lie. 

Priscilla (cowering and raising her hands to her 
head). A lie. Captain Standish? 

Miles (releasing her, but standing in front of her). 
Mayhap my own lie. I say that Desire Minter brought 
to me a silver cup with some sweet posset, such as you 
have made for many of our sick folk time and again, 
and bade me quaff it, at your behest, to your health. 



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Priscilla {starting back in alarm). And that is 
God's truth, say you, sir? 

MihES, {with severe dignity). Mistress Molines, my 
word has not often been doubted; you force me to 
remind you that I come of noble blood. 

Priscilla {putting out her hand in protest and 
shaking her head). Nay, nay, stop there an it please 
you, sir. Fear not that my humble blood shall ever 
sully your noble strain, albeit {with a droll look) you 
sent John Alden to woo me for your knightly self; 
but, mean though I be, my habit is a tolerably truth- 
ful one and {with much spirit) I tell you once and for 
all that I sent you no cup, I made you no posset, I 
desired no health drunk by you. 

Miles {sitting down in dismay and resting his head 
on his hand). What, then, has this girl. Desire, wrought 
of mischief? Truth to tell, Priscilla, I fear me it was 
a poison that she gave me; for the next day a shrewd 
pain seized me and ever since there has been a heavi- 
ness in my head and ever and anon a sense of dizzi- 
ness. Like enow she hath revenged herself — {He 
pauses.) 

Priscilla. Like enow, for your scorn of her love. 
{Looking out at door.) Here comes Mother Brewster; 
let us take counsel of her. 

Miles {hurrying towards door). Do you this for me, 
Priscilla. It hardly becomes a man and a soldier to 
seek redress for a wench's love-scratch at the hands 
of a woman; I'll tell the Governor. {He stands aside 
as Mistress Brewster enters on arm of Mary 
Chilton; he greets her and passes out.) 

Mistress Brewster {pausing beside table where 



SCENE 1] ST AN DISH OF STAN DISH 53 

Priscilla stands). Hast seen my son, Jonathan, to- 
day, Priscilla? It seemeth like a dream that he is here 
in Plymouth and has brought news that his sisters, 
Fear and Patience, are well and will come by the 
next ship. I only could weep for joy last night. 

(Desire Minter appears at door, looks in, and 
is about to run away wAen" Priscilla hastens 
to door, seizes Desire by the shoulders, and 
pushes her towards Mistress Brewster, who 
is sitting down in the armchair, assisted by 
Mary.) 
Priscilla (to Desire). Now, girl, you'll not es- 
cape; tell Mistress Brewster what you have done. 
You might have killed our Captain. 

Mistress Brewster (amazed and looking at De- 
sire with sharp eyes). Killed our Captain? What 
words are these, Priscilla! 

(Desire tries to break away, but Priscilla holds 
her and Desire begins to cry, hiding her face in 
her apron.) 
Priscilla (pointing to Desire). Ask her! 
Mistress Brewster. Cease your bawling. Desire, 
and tell me what this means. 

(Bradford enters, looks surprised at first, then 
sits on stool.) 
Desire. The Captain, first of all, asked me to wife, 
and if he had not been wiled away by yon — (Point- 
ing at Priscilla, while Mary gives expression of 
horror and disgust; she stands behind Madam Brew- 
ster's chair.) 

Bradford (angrily, as they all turn with surprise to 
see him). 'T was thine own idle fancy, child, that set 



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thee on such a notion. The Captain hath averred to 
me, as a Christian man, that he never made proffer 
to thee nor wished to do so since he first set eyes on 
thee. (Desire cries with a loud, angry snarl and shakes 
herself.) Nay, he said, " Not if there were no other 
woman upon earth." (Priscilla and Mary smile.) 
What didst thou give the Captain to drink, silly 
wench, and why did you say that Priscilla sent it? 
(Desire sobs and shakes and vnll not answer.) 

Mistress Brewster {with authority). Answer the 
Governor, thou naughty child. 

Desire {lowering her apron). Marry, because she 
{looking at Priscilla) hath bewitched him, and I wot 
well he would take it from her without gainsaying. 

Mistress Brewster. But what was it thou gavest 
to Captain Standish? 

Desire {'pouting). 'T was — there was wench here 
with the salvages, and Squanto told me she was a wise 
woman and knew how to work spells. {She covers her 
face with apron and cries.) 

Mistress Brewster {sternly). Go on. Desire, 
tell more. 

Desire {sobbing and chewing an end of her hair and 
looking with hatred at Priscilla). And so we went into 
the fields and pulled herbs and we knew each other's 
meaning — she talked a little English and I made 
signs and I gave her the buckle of my belt which was 
broke and none could mend it — 

Priscilla. Truly a generous gift {sarcastically). 

Desire {making a face at her). And in a swamp she 
found some herbs for which she sought and gave 
them to me. 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 55 

Mistress Brewster. What did you do with the 
herbs, child? 

(Squanto slides in and watches with a grin. He 
has autumn leaves and a dish of clams.) 
Desire. She said to steep them well and give the 
broth to any man I loved and it would turn his fancy 
upon me. 

Bradford. A love-philter, on my soul! What says 
the Latin poet — Vade retrogade Sathanae. 

Mistress Brewster. What was the herb like, 
girl? Hast any more of it in store for a second brew? 
Desire (squirming). Mayhap — a little. 
Bradford. Go and fetch it. Desire. And do thou 
go with her, Priscilla, and see that the wretched wench 
doth not make way with it. 

(Priscilla takes hold of her arm and -pushes her 

out as she balks and almost stumbles over 

Squanto, who grins at her and she screeches 

and runs, with Priscilla beside her.) 

Mistress Brewster (to Bradford). What shall 

we do with such a child, full of jealous fancies and 

evil thoughts? 

Bradford. John Rowland is, after a sort, be- 
trothed to the poor bemused child. I think it well to 
summon him that he may advise us as to the sequel 
of this folly, if no worse. I will call him from the 
Common House where he is writing records to send 
back in the Fortune. (He goes out.) 

(Squanto comes forward with leaves and some 
clams.) 
Squanto {to Mary). Mistress Priscilla? She no 
here? 



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Mary. She will be here soon, Squanto. What do 
you wish? 

Squanto. I give her clams to cook; make, broth 
with — light — dumlins — very nice. 

Mistress Brewster. Yes, Squanto; Priscilla 
makes light, fine dumplings. By the by, can you tell 
us more about this squaw who gave some herbs to 
Desire Minter? 

Squanto {coming forward and bowing). Winona; 
Winona; she know much about herbs; she help father, 
our medicine man. (To Mary.) Like this bright leaf? 

Mary (taking the autumn leaves). Indeed, I do like 
them, Squanto; they are beautiful and I will lay 
them on the table and make it fine for the clam 
stew and the sallet that Priscilla will make from 
savory plums. 

(Desire and Priscilla enter, followed by Brad- 
ford and John Rowland talking earnestly, 
Rowland shaking his head vehemently; Desire 
has a handful of herbs which Bradford exam- 
ines and takes from her, moving towards Mis- 
tress Brewster.) 

Bradford. Dr. Fuller and I have examined this 
herb and we think it is Plantanthera Satyrion, the 
herb supposed to give vigor to the hearts of wild men 
whom the mythologists celebrate. 

Mary {bending over the herb and smelling it). I 
should have taken it for the iris whose flower I have 
noted in these swamps. (Priscilla nods.) 

Bradford. It is kin to it, distant kin, with the 
difference that maketh one harmless and the other 
injurious. It has proved only nauseous to the good 



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Captain, thank God. Our good chirurgeon has brought 
relief to him. 

Squanto (with angry look and pointing a long fin- 
ger at Desire). She bad squaw — she would harm 
our Sword — our Captain. 

(Desire looks at him, shivers, squeals, and throws 
her apron over her face.) 

Bradford (to Howland, who has stood silent and 
severe by the door). John Howland, it seemeth to me 
that since this maid is betrothed to thee, and is man- 
ifestly unfit to guide herself, that it is best for you to 
marry her here and now, and, after that, train her 
into more discretion than she naturally showeth. 
(Priscilla and Mary talk in whispers and shake 
heads with sympathetic looks towards Howland.) 

John Howland (coming forward with manly stride, 
looking with aversion at Desire, who peeks out from her 
apron at him as he speaks to Bradford) . Honored Gov- 
ernor and you, dear Mistress Brewster, may it please 
you both, it seemeth to me that a woman who shows 
so little modesty in the pursuit of one man is scarce 
fit for another. I did promise my late dear Mistress 
Carver, when she was a-dying, because this girl (with 
scorn) was her ward, that I would care for her and, 
if need be, take her to wife; but sure am I that if that 
godly and discreet matron. Mistress Carver, were 
alive, or if she knew aught of this that Desire hath 
done, she would not hold me to my word, would free 
me from any bonds — the rather that I have never 
looked upon her (with glance of dislike) with that 
tenderness that God putteth in our hearts towards 
those — (He pauses and drops his head.) 



58 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act hi 

Desire {snatching down her apron and stamping 
her foot). Nay, then, if it comes to that, John How- 
land, I hate and despise thee and always have done 
so; and if I took thee for my bachelor at all it was only 
in hope that 't would give a jealous twinge to the 
heart of a better man, and if, at the last, I failed of 
him, thou wouldst be better than none; but I've 
changed my mind and now I '11 none of thee — 

Mistress Brewster {rising in anger and leaning 
for support on Priscilla). Peace, shameless wench! 
Profane not the ears of decent women with such talk! 
John Howland, it is my judgment that thou art free 
of the pledge to marry the girl, if pledge it be. What 
say you, Governor? 

Bradford {rising and moving towards the door, 
while Squanto drains the flagon on the table and looks 
into the pitcher which is empty). I agree that since both 
man and maid desire to render back their troth, they 
should be permitted to do so; and I further suggest 
that by the first occasion presenting. Desire Minter 
be sent back to her friends in England, who will, as 
Mistress Carver told me, be content to receive her. 

John Rowland. Amen to that; and many thanks 
to you {to Bradford) and to you. Mistress Brewster. 
{He turns towards the door; Desire rushes past 
him; Squanto seizes his bow and arrow and 
pretends to aim at Desire with a hissing sound; 
she screams, stumbles, recovers, and runs out; 
Priscilla, with Mistress Brewster and 
Bradford, move towards door.) 

Mistress Brewster. What a disgraceful wench 
she is, and yet I feel sorry for the poor, motherless 



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child ! I must see that she does no more harm to others 
or herself while she is here, for the sake of dear Mis- 
tress Carver's memory. I'll consult Mistress Hop- 
kins and perchance we can send her back to England 
on the Fortune, if there be any woman on board fit 
to have charge of her. {They go out.) 

(Mary Chilton sits by the fireplace and breaks 
off twigs of autumn leaves; John Alden enters, 
but does not see her at first; he seems to be looking 
for some one near the spinning-wheel; then, with 
a glance at Mary, he comes to her side.) 

John Alden. Ah, Mistress Mary, was n't that a 
glad sight yesterweek to see our own flag of old Eng- 
land on the ship, the Fortune! How excited we all 
were, even the Governor and the Captain, when they 
found it was not a French privateer as they feared, 
because of the war between France and England, 
come, mayhap, to harry the settlement, but our own 
red cross of England and the dear home colors. And 
did the Fortune bring to you news of home, Mary, 
as to so many of the Colony? 

Mary {shaking her head slowly). Nay, there are 
none left there of my nearest kin save a sister in 
Holland. Father and mother and I came and only I 
am left. {She leans her head on her hands.) 

John Alden {looking tenderly at her) . Nay, Mary, 
so fair and good a wench as thou, wilt never stay 
without friends. Thou wouldst never flout an honest 
fellow's love, and draw him on, and turn him back, 
and use him worse than a baby doth its poppet. {He 
walks the floor in agitation.) The man who marries 
thee will never rue it. 



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Maey {looking up shyly). I know not, for love 
and sweethearts have not come my way yet. 'T is 
Priscilla whom all men seek, and she, in a merry 
mood, listeneth to all and still keepeth her own mind 
secret. She is well content now, for Philip De la Noye, 
who came in the Fortune, has brought to her news of 
his brother's happy marriage. 

John Alden {stopj)ing beside the wheel and speak- 
ing with excitement). What, is the fellow they call 
Jacques, the brother of Jeanne De la Noye, really 
married? (Maey nodds.) Oh, Mary, wilt thou not 
have compassion on a poor stupid oaf who is no 
match for thee or Priscilla in subtlety and yet loveth 
yon maid as it is not well for man to love aught save 
his Maker. Tell me, Mary, doth think she cares aught 
for me? 

Mary (smiling at him). Nay, John, that is a ques- 
tion none but she should answer. Thou lovest her 
overmuch. No man will ever care for me like that, 
for I have not the skill to hide my mind as Priscilla 
hath. But I '11 help thee, John, if I can, for I do believe 
thou 'It make the dear maid happy if she will but 
stay in one mind long enow to wed thee. 

(Outside is heard Priscilla's voice talking gayly 
and a man's voice; then hers, saying, " Au revoir, 
Philip, until the morrow"; she enters gayly, 
looks at John and Mary in wonder and then 
amusement, takes off her cape and goes to fire- 
place while John stands with head bowed.) 

Priscilla. Oh, Mary, by the way, John Winslow 
would fain find thee, dear maid; he knows not our 
settlement well as yet, seeing he has been here only a 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 61 

few days and he would gather some clams for me on 
the beach, so I may cook them in shells. Wilt show 
him where they may be found? {She laughs teasingly 
and stirs the fire.) 

(Mary rises with embarrassment, then with a 
long look at John she puts on her ca'pe, mov- 
ing towards door.) 
Mary {looking at Priscilla with a]bit of resent- 
ment.) I must hasten back to our dear mother and 
see if she would taste a bit of porridge. Gilbert 
Winslow may well show his brother where are clams. 
{She goes out.) 

Priscilla {laughing and looking after her). Ah, 
Mistress Mary, in spite of thy maidenly shyness, 
John Winslow is finding a place in thy demure and 
gentle heart that his brother Gilbert ne'er could win 
in all these dreary months. The Fortune hath brought 
good tidings in many forms. 

{She takes down shells from the cwpboard and 
places them on a platter and starts to go out 
when John Alden stands before her, with out- 
stretched hands. 
John Alden. Wilt answer me one little question 
in good faith, Priscilla? 

Priscilla. In good faith, if at all, John. {She puts 
shells and platter on the table.) 

John Alden. Then, what bond is there betwixt 
thee and Jacques De la Noye? 

Priscilla. None save good will and auld acquaint- 
ance. 
John Alden. But there was? 
Priscilla {in a teasing tone). Was there? 



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John Alden (very soberly). Nay, now, Priscilla, I 
speak to thee in sober sadness, and I ask thee such 
reply as honest maid should give to honest man who 
woos her for his wife. If we fall to quips and cranks 
and wordy play, thou 'rt so far out of my reach that 
I never come near thee, for I'm but a plain, simple 
fellow, Priscilla, and I love thee more than I love 
aught else but God and the truth. Give me a plain 
answer now and have pity of my misery! Hath aught 
that this lad, Philip, brought thee of news changed 
thy will or intent towards me? 

Priscilla (sitting wpon a stool as John stands 
above her; she extends a hand to him which he grasps 
eagerly, still standing). Yes, John, I will answer thee 
truly and soberly. Philip De la Noye hath brought 
news that sets me free from a teasing obligation of 
which no man knows. Marie and Jeanne, his sisters, 
are my dear gossips and their brother, Jacques, would 
fain have been my bachelor in Leyden, but I was too 
young, my father saith, and he cared not greatly for 
Jacques, who was, to tell truth, somewhat gay and 
debonair of temper and no church member (with a 
smile) — no, not he. So, when we parted from Ley- 
den, to come hither, Jacques would fain have me 
promise to wed no man but him, and he would come 
hither so soon as he was his own master. 

John Alden. And didst promise, Priscilla? 

Priscilla (tossing her head and drawing her hand 
away gently). Well, nay and yea, John. I said I knew 
not what might meet me here and — but at last I 
promised to wait until the first ship had followed us 
and, if Jacques should come in her, I would — would 
listen to him again. 



SCENE 1] STANDISH OF STANDISH 63 

John Alden (bending towards her). And that was 
all thy promise, Priscilla? 

Priscilla. Aye, and it was enow, for before we 
landed on yonder rock I knew that I cared not for 
Jacques De la Noye. Beside the death-bed of my 
mother and again by that of my brother, I knew that 
life was darker and deeper than Jacques could ever 
fathom. (She hides her face in her hands.) 
}►' John Alden (touching her hair tenderly). Ah, Pris- 
cilla, nobly didst thou bear that sorry load of woe and 
care. 

Priscilla (looking up gratefully). And so soon as 
Philip saw me, he delivered himself of the news that 
Jacques, some three months since, was wed to a 
Flemish maid, who ever looked kindly upon him and 
(with spirit) is welcome to him. 

John Alden. Say you that honestly, Priscilla? 

Priscilla. As honestly as thyself could speak, lad. 

John Alden (with excitement). And thou'rt heart- 
whole? 

Priscilla (moving towards the spinning-wheel). 
Nay, I said not exactly that. 

John Alden (with a manner of sternness). What! 
Dost thou really care for Captain Standish? 

Priscilla (sitting at the wheel). As I care for the 
Governor and the doctor, no more, no less. (She looks 
at John's /ace and laughs.) 

John Alden (standing before her, with manly voice 
and attitude). Priscilla, wilt thou be my wife? (His 
voice quivers at the last word and his face is tense.) 

Priscilla (coyly). Now, John, why didst thou not 
ask that at first rather than at last? Thou 'rt too fond 



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of quip and wordy warfare, John, too much given to 
fence and intrigue. {Looks roguishly at him.) 

John Alden {seizing both her hands and pressing 
them upon his heart as he raises her to her feet). Nay, 
then, Priscilla, I'll not be turned aside again, try 
as thou wilt. Priscilla, wilt thou be my wife? 

Priscilla {not looking at his face). I never could 
bear a cuckoo song all on two notes, and if thou'rt 
bound to say that phrase over and over until 't is 
answered — 

John Alden {looking lovingly at her). 'T is just 
what I am bound to say — Priscilla, wilt thou be 
my wife? 

Priscilla {hiding her face a bit). Yes, John, I will, 

and now I hope thou 'rt content. {He kisses her.) 

(Mary Chilton enters hastily, looks at them, 

withdraws with a clap of her hands and a laugh; 

Priscilla hears her and breaking from John 

goes to the door and calls.) 

Priscilla. Mary ! Mary Chilton ! Come back here. 
If you and 1 hasten not there will be little sup to- 
night. {She goes to the table and gathers up the shells and 
Mary, smiling, grasps John Alden's hand with sym- 
pathetic joy, while Priscilla's back is towards them). 
Desire is naught for help and Elizabeth Tilley 
thinks only of John Howland, who will soon wed 
her, I believe; the dear mother hath her son and only 
you and I are left to do a hand's turn. 

John Alden {coming forward eagerly.) Here am I, 
Priscilla, and I '11 help thee in any way I can, if thou 
wilt let me. 

Priscilla {with a laugh). They say they came near 



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bringing a Jack-of-all-trades in the Fortune, but had 
no room for him; so thou mayst take his place and 
fetch me a bucket of water from the spring. There's 
little difference betwixt Jack and John. 

(He takes the bucket from fireplace and they all 
go out talking.) 

CURTAIN 



SCENE 2 
Scene: Same interior. Time -.fifteen minutes later. 

Bradford (sitting in armchair, to Standish, who is 
walking the floor). Nay, Standish, thou'rt unreason- 
able to quarrel with another man's conscience so 
that it thwarts not thine. 

Miles. I meant not to forget courtesy, nay, nor 
friendship, Bradford; but my speech is ever hasty 
and none too smooth and — I sleep not well of late. 
(He sits down at table.) So thou wilt marry, anon? 

Bradford (moving chair towards table). I'll tell 
thee, friend, and thou'rt the first I've told. There is 
a lady in the old country — 

Miles (interrupting). Which old country? The 
Netherlands or England? 

Bradford. She is in England, or was when we set 
forth. Thou must have seen her — Alice Carpenter, 
who wedded Edward Southworth in Amsterdam. 

Miles. Oh, aye, a fair and discreet dame. And 
she was left a widow not many days before we left 
England, if I mistake not. Oh, I recall now what I 
have heard — was she not an old flame of thine and 



66 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act hi 

thou 'rt of a mind to kindle it once more (with some 
sarcasm). 

Bradford. Something so (with a pause) — and 
now Mistress Southworth will come by the next ship. 

Miles (sitting down on stool). Perchance I'll send 
for my cousin, Barbara, to come under charge of 
Mistress Southworth, 't is a good wench and witty, 
perchance a foil she might be to the quips and flouts 
of Mistress Molines. Nay, but Barbara hath a gentle 
heart. 

Bradford. What ails thee. Miles? Thou 'rt sorely 
chafed at something. Is aught amiss that I can 
help? 

Miles (looking out of the door). Nay, Will, 't is 
naught and less than naught. 'T is but a new knowl- 
edge of mine own unworthiness. Sure " never such a 
fool as an old fool" is a good proverb. 

Bradford. 'T is not to a fool that we trusted 
the lives of ten out of our nineteen men in our first 
skirmish with the salvages. (With a gentle look at 
Miles.) 

Miles (rising and marching across the room). Oh, 
I can fight well enow. 'T is my trade and all I 'm fit 
for. Aye, and, in my mood to-day, I '11 be fain to fight. 
(John Alden enters in haste with the bucket of 
water; Miles stops him and demands, " Salute, 
if you please. Master Alden! " With amazement 
John salutes, puts down bucket and goes out, 
while Bradford laughs, and Miles turns an- 
grily to him.) 

Miles. 'T is not for mine own glory. Will, as thou 
knowest. But in matters military even more than 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 67 

civil, it needs that one man should be at the head, and 
command the respectful observance as well as obedi- 
ence of those under his command. There have been 
signs of laxness of late in such respect. It is not Miles 
Standish whom the soldiers of Plymouth salute, 
when they enter this poor hut, but the Captain of 
the Colony's forces. Do you disapprove of the salute, 
or of any other of my military ordonnances? 

Bradford (gently, with a smile). I disapprove of 
naught, old comrade, but of a certain want of pa- 
tience beneath a friend's jest which I have sometimes 
marked; but Miles there 's enow to make the Gov- 
ernor of this Colony sorry and sober, and thou 
shouldst not begrudge him a moment of merriment 
even at thine own cost. 

Miles (coming over and placing his hand on Brad- 
ford's shoulder as he sits). Nor do I, as well thou 
knoweet. Will. 'T is only that I am as ever a hot- 
headed fool and ill deserve a friend like thee. And now, 
what thinkest thou of Master Cushman's errand and 
the chidings of Weston and those London traders 
that we sent them not a cargo by the Mayflower? 
We, who (with anger) had much ado to dig the graves 
of half our company and find food for the rest, to be 
rated like laggard servants because we laded not that 
old hulk with merchandise for their benefit. 

Bradford. Aye, Master Weston's letter was some- 
what hard to bear, albeit we should excuse much to 
his ignorance of our surroundings. We will send back 
in the Fortune a good cargo of sassafras which will 
be a panacea to the chirurgeons, and hogsheads full 
of beaver skins, and the rest of the hold will be given 



68 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act iii 

up to clapboards — the whole cargo will be worth at 
least five hundred pounds. 

Miles. 'T is far more than they deserve after that 
letter — (He pours out a goblet of water from the bucket 
and drinks it.) 

Bradford (searching in his leathern jerkin and 
bringing out a roll of paper). I have writ a reply to 
Master Weston's letter, and am fain to have your 
mind upon it, for I would not be over-bitter, and 
yet was shrewdly wounded that John Carver, lying 
in his honored grave, should be so rudely attacked. 
Shall I read it? 

Miles (walking restlessly with sword at his side). 
Aye, an thou wilt, though I'm more than half in 
mind to take passage by the Fortune, and give Master 
Weston and the rest a reply after mine own fashion. 

Bradford (smiling). What, and leave the train- 
band of Plymouth to its own destruction! (He reads.) 
Here is my poor script: "To the worshipful Master 
Thos: Weston:" 

Miles. Little worship would he get from me! 

Bradford (reading). "Sir, — Your large letter 
written to Mr. Carver and dated the 16th of July, 
1621, I have received the 20th of Nov'br, wherein 
you lay many heavy imputations upon him and us 
all. Touching him he is departed this life, and now at 
rest in the Lord from all those troubles and incum- 
brances with which we are yet to strive." 

Miles (walking fast). Aye, 't would be well for 
Master Weston's proud spirit if he were to share 
a few of our privations. Live on corn porridge and 
treacle for a month! 



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Bradford (with a smile, reading). "Carver needs 
not my apology; for his care and pains were so great 
for the common good both ours and yours as that 
therewith, it is thought, he oppressed himself and 
shortened his days, of whose loss we cannot suffi- 
ciently complain. At great charges in this Adven- 
ture I confess you have been — " 

Miles (interrupting). "Charges you have been — " 
Sure he took from us all he could before we sailed 
and sent us impoverished in a crowded, ill-fitted 
boat to weather the wild seas of winter — They were 
more pirates than Adventurers, in sooth! 

Bradford (shaking his head). Hist, Miles! Let me 
finish the script. "At great charges in this Adventure 
I confess you have been, and many losses you may 
sustain; but the loss of his and many other honest 
and industrious men's lives cannot be valued at any 
price. Of the one there may be hope of recovery, but 
the other no recompense can make good." (He re- 
turns the letter to his jerkin.) 

Miles (bursting out with indignation). Oh, you're 
too mild, Bradford; you should bombard him with 
red-hot shot, hurl a flight of grape, a volley of canister 
into his midst — nay, then, I'll go myself and with 
a blow of my gauntlet across Master Weston's ears — 
(Wild shouts are heard outside and screams; also 
rapid drum-beats and Priscilla, unth hair fly- 
ing and out of breath, rushes in, shouting.) 

Priscilla. Captain — Captain Standish! Master 
Warren hath sent me to warn you that some of the 
newcomers are building a bonfire in the Town Square 
and sprinkling the pile with powder — and they ask 



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your council at the Common House — in faith I 
know not — 

Miles (with dignity, going out). Pardon me if I 
venture to cut you short in your somewhat long mes- 
sage, Mistress, but I fear me I must haste to the bon- 
fire lest it may become a blazing settlement. (With 
a mock-how he goes out.) 

Priscilla (looking in surprise after him and laugh- 
ing). Alack-a-day! I fear me I forgot to make the 
salute to the Captain for the want of which he hath 
sent poor John Alden almost to tears by his coldness. 
Truly, one must be proud of the Captain, albeit he is 
so sore displeased with me — because I would not say 
yea to a suit that he felt forced to proffer. Well — 
at least I can go and make a posset for my dear dame. 
(She skips about the room, making mock-salutes.) 

(Mary Chilton enters slowly with head down, 
yet smiling, and with a large hunch of wild 
asters and autumn leaves in her hands. She sits 
down dreamily at the spinning-wheel, and Pris- 
cilla, unseen hy her, glides up and puts her 
hands playfully over Mary's eyes; she pulls 
them down and holds Priscilla hy the hands.) 
Mary. I saw thee not, Priscilla. I thought thou 
wert at the bonfire. I saw John Alden there. 'T is a 
wild wind for a fire. 

Priscilla. Where did you find those gay flowers, 
Mary? 

Mary (shyly and with a smile). I was walking along 
the meadow by Eel River — 

Priscilla (taking Mary's face in her hands). 
Alone, Mistress Mary? 



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Mary {laughing). No, with company. 
Priscilla. Company — that means two — thee 
and John Winslow, I'll wager. 

Mary. Well, 't was thou told me that he did not 
know the settlement very well and might get lost 
gathering clams. (They both laugh.) Priscilla (with 
hesitation), wilt need my help for supper to-night, or 
canst thou spare me to go to Mistress Winslow 's to 
sup — for I am bidden? 

Priscilla. Surely, a little welcome supper for 
"brother John." Take a flagon of my ale and my 
compliments to Mistress Winslow. (Priscilla fills 
a flagon with ale, then searches in the chest anxiously, 
two or three times looking about.) 'T is strange where 
is my scarlet riband and the brooch; it is ever in 
this chest. 

(She goes out with the flagon, followed by Mary, 
who, not heeding, almost collides with Squanto, 
who comes in, looks about, grins, sit^ by fire- 
place on stool; sees cupboard is open a little way 
and the case-bottle on the lower shelf; he creeps 
to the door, looks out, creeps back, takes dovm a 
bottle from the case, drinks a long drink, smacks 
his lips, spills a little on the chest and stoops to 
lick it up with his tongue, and pours water into 
bottle, puts back the case, as sounds of the 
drum are heard and talking outside; Bradford, 
Miles, and John Rowland enter, followed by 
Mistress Brewster, who stands at door, lean- 
^ ; ing on cane at first as the three men consult a 

't' rude map on table.) 
Mistress Brewster. And yet, as says the Elder, 



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we came among these salvages to convert them to 
the knowledge of God, not to slaughter them. 

Miles {turning towards her). Yet to me it seemeth, 
Mistress Brewster, it may be a question of their 
lives or our own. I should be loth to see the Elder's 
gray hairs dabbled with blood or to see the women 
of the settlement carried into captivity by the In- 
dians. 

Mistress Brewster. God's will be done. (She 
sits doum in chair and closes her eyes.) 

Squanto. Corbitant hate white man; say white 
man wolf; if find wolf near wigwam, red man send 
arrow through his head. 

Bradford. This sachem of the Narragansetts, 
Corbitant, is surely not our friend and he fain would 
persuade Massasoit to become an enemy. 

Miles (to Mistress Brewster). Would it be 
fitting, Mistress, if we were to take a drop to moisture 
our throats, parched by the smoke of the fire? 

Mistress Brewster. Aye, and glad am I to 
have my ale so used — it is my home-brewing of 
many weeks agone. John Rowland, wilt thou take 
down the case-bottle and pour for the men? — there 
are goblets in the cupboard. 

(Sqijanto grins as John pours; he takes the bottle 
untouched by Squanto and pours for Brad- 
ford and Miles; from the other bottle, adid- 
terated by Squanto, he pours a full goblet for 
himself and a smaller mug for Squanto; the 
latter makes up a wry face, but drinks.) 

John Rowland (with surprise, putting down his 
goblet after a swallow and speaking, so Mistress 



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Brewster will not hear him, but to Miles), That was 
indeed "pale ale." 

Miles (surprised). 'T is a noble brew with a fine 
sharpness, almost as of wine. (He holds his goblet 
aloft and turns to Mistress Brewster.) We drink to 
your better health and thank thee, Mistress. (Brad- 
ford joins in the toast, but Howland does not drink, 
altJwugh he raises his glass; Squanto grins and goes 
out.) 

Bradford. Squanto has of late been making 
trouble for us with his cock-and-bull stories; no 
wonder that Massasoit was aggrieved at his tale last 
week that Massasoit with Corbitant was coming from 
Nemasket to attack us, when Massasoit was ever 
loyal. Could he have got Squanto in his clutches it 
would have gone hard with the poor fool. 

Miles. Yet Squanto is no fool; he hath a nimble 
wit as hath my Indian, Hobomock, but he ill brooks 
any other favorites among the red men. Didst hear 
the day when some of us were unearthing a keg of 
powder buried on the hill near the Fort, and he and 
the Indian who was that day in the settlement clomb 
the hill to see what was on. When they saw Alden 
hand up the keg to Hopkins, the stranger asked 
Squanto what it meant, and Squanto told him 't was 
the plague which swept the land before our coming; 
he said that we had captured it and kept it buried, 
but would loose it upon the red men who were our 
enemies; the Indian was well scared and offered 
Squanto big furs and skins if he would keep the 
plague from being loosed until he should have time 
to return to his tribe at Nemasket. (All laugh.) 



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{A ivild shout is heard outside and cries of "My 
boy! my boy! He's lost; he'll be devoured by the 
Indians! Oh, where 's Captain Standish? Oh, I hate 
you, foul Indian beast, and all your kind! Find my 
boy, I say!") 

Miles (hurrying to door). 'T is that common scold, 
Helen Billington. Never did I hear such an uproar as 
she can make. 

Mistress Brewster. Never did I see a mother 
who could so berate her children when they are about 
her and so bewail them when they are out of her sight. 
Yet we must not judge; she is not well and a child 
is a child. 

(John Alden enters hastily, pauses and is about 
to speak, stops, and salutes the Captain, while 
Bradford hides a smile.) 

John Alden. The Billington lad has gone away. 
Captain, and his mother is sore distressed. She thinks 
he has been stolen by some stray Indian who has 
come to see Squanto, and she is attacking Squanto 
with a shrewish tongue; the lad's brothers say he has 
run away to visit the Indian camp at Nemasket even 
as he ran away to the Nausets sLx months agone. 
Wilt send out a searching party, Captain? 

Miles Standish {testily at first). Perchance it 
would be well to let him stay away this time; he's 
been but a trouble to the Colony since he set fire to 
the keg of gunpowder under his father's bunk in the 
Mayflower and well-nigh blew up the ship and killed 
us all. John Billington is an unwhipt rascal of a boy, 
ever in mischief. 

{Cries repeated outside and near the door; voices 



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saying: "Where is Captain Standish? Why don't 
they do something for the poor soul who is so 
distracted for the loss of her boy?" Murmur of assents 
behind the scenes.) 

Bradford. The Billingtons can rouse much agita- 
tion and trouble in the settlement. The men might 
start early in the morning and, perchance, find the 
lad on their way to the Narragansetts, if such be 
your order, Captain. 

{The cries are heard again of "My boy! Where is 
he? Find him, I say!") 

Mistress Brewster {going towards door). We 
must silence this brawling woman if aught can do so. 
{She goes out.) 

Bradford. This chief, Corbitant, seems to mean 
treachery and he must be severely dealt with. If he 
prove as represented, Captain, it may be wise to slay 
him if he cannot be persuaded to be friends, for he is 
the heart of the conspiracy. 

~ Miles. Aye, and I would bring his head to be set 
over the gate of the Fort as a warning and proof to 
all offenders. Yet I am no cannibal nor will I shed 
blood needlessly. 

{As he is speaking Priscilla enters, pulling 
Desire Minter in by the hand, and Mary 
Chilton follows them. Desire hears Miles 
speak of the Indian's head and utters a squeal 
and would pull away, but is held by Priscilla 
and pushed towards the chest; Priscilla talks to 
her in low, firm tone, and John Alden watches 
them.) 
Bradford. And now. Captain Standish, it were 



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well that you should choose those whom you will 
have of your company, for the start should be made 
early in the day, even before the sun arise. 

Miles {looking at Alden and then looking away 
quickly). I will choose me Hopkins, Warren, Rowland, 
Soule, Eaton, Browne, and Cooke, — hearts of oak 
and arms of steel have all, — and I will take Billing- 
ton, both because he is the boy's father and because 
he may stir up sedition while I am gone; methinks 
I should take also Lister and Dotey, for they are 
still rankerous in spirit towards each other and might 
try to fight another duel, as they did before. (Miles 
takes his hat and moves towards door.) 

John Alden (a'pproaching him with a manner and 
voice of pleading). And not take me, Master? 

Miles {looking at Priscilla, whose back is to him, 
with a somewhat bitter laugh). Nay, Jack; I've a text 
for thee, — "I have married a wife and cannot come." 
{He goes out and John looks after him sadly, then drops 
his head and stands still.) 

(Priscilla, who has heard the taunt, turns with 
flashing eyes and looks after Miles, sees John 
Alden standing with his hat in hand at door; 
steals to him, touches his arm, and speaks kindly 
in a whisper, but he shakes his head; he gives 
her a long, loving look, presses her hand, and 
goes out sadly; Priscilla returns to the rear; 
Desire has snatched a piece of biscuit and is 
munching it, while Mary is looking into the 
cupboard; Bradford sits at table, studying 
some papers which he has taken from leathern 
jerkin; Mistress Brewster comes in, with 



SCENE 2] STANDISH OF STANDISH 77 

cane, stops at table, takes large Bible to her chair 
and sits there, reading.) 

Priscilla {to Desire). Tell us now where you have 
hid the riband and the brooch; tell, or I'll report thee 
to the Governor for a thief. 

Desire (her mouth full, and trying to swallow, 
chokes). Nay, I'm no thief; I told thee I left it in this 
room; find it for thyself. 

Priscilla. Mary and I have searched vainly for 
it and thou shalt tell where it is hid. (She looks in 
drawer in table and raises clothes from pegs.) 'T was 
more than mischief prompted thee to take it from 
the chest. 

Desire (sullenly). Perchance, it was; but 'twas 
wicked of thee to keep such a bauble in this psalm- 
singing settlement; it ill became the shabby gowns 
that we needs must wear. I fain (with a hoarse laugh) 
would take it back to England with me and remove 
temptation from thee — and Mary. 

(Priscilla, looking into the iron pans at fire- 
place, stamps her foot gently.) 

Mary. Shame on thee. Desire. Hast no decency 
of thought or words? 

Priscilla. Thou shalt not take it back to England ; 
the brooch is mine and I '11 keep it for my mother's 
sake; 't was hers and her own hair is braided in it 
with a lock of my brother's when he was a babe. 
(She is almost in tears.) 

Bradford (looking up, amazed, turning to Mis- 
tress Brewster, who is also listening). What means 
this wordy battle, Mistress Brewster? (To Pris- 
cilla.) What hath Desire done now? 



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Priscilla {'pointing to Desire). She hath stolen — 

Desire. 'T is a lie! 

Bradford {with severity). Silence, Desire. Say not 
a word until Priscilla hath told her trouble. 

Priscilla. Well, she hath hid a bit of bright riband 
that I wore many a time in Holland and on it was 
my gold-rimmed brooch that was my mother's, I 
fain would find a short time agone to {with a sly look 
at Mary, who drops her head) put it on Mary's som- 
ber gown when she goes to Master Winslow's to sup 
to-night, and I looked for it in the chest where I have 
ever kept it, but it was not there. I thought, dear 
mother, {turning to Mistress Brewster) it might 
be in the bedroom and I searched there in that chest 
and table and found it not. Desire came in and saw 
me searching and asked, "Had I lost aught?" and 
when I told her what it was she mocked me and said, 
"What will you give me if I find it for you?" She 
angered me with her flouts and I knew she could tell, 
but would not of its whereabouts. Mary and I have 
searched for it, since she saith it is in the cabin, but 
we cannot find it, and she avers she would carry it 
away with her to-morrow in the ship. 'T was my 
mother's and I value it; it is almost the last link with 
my happy days of girlhood. {She covers her face with 
her hands.) 

Bradford {rising and pointing his finger at De- 
sire). Find thou the brooch and give it to Priscilla 
or I '11 order thee to be publicly whipped before the 
Fortune sails. 

(Desire shivers and coivers; then moves slowly to 
the warming pan, hanging on the wall, opens it. 



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takes out the riband and brooch and throws it on 
the table). 

Bradford {seizing her by the hand). Nay, throw it 
not ; give it to its owner. And to-morrow we are well 
rid of such a mischief-maker in the Colony. 

Desire (reluctantly handing it to Priscilla, then 
hurrying towards the door). Here, take the old bauble 
and have joy of it. Glad am I to go where there will 
be no brown-skinned jade, like thee, to flirt with all 
the men and flaunt a poor maid, and where there will 
be a chance of some decent victual. 

(Priscilla is pinning the riband and brooch on 
Mary's gown at the neck; Mary protests and 
they both laugh, as Desire goes out.) 

Bradford. She should be soundly punished for 
such shameful words. She should have a lesson in 
public sight for her impudence. 

Mistress Brewster (sadly). Aye, she should be 
dealt with and would be were she to remain longer 
among us. But let it pass now. Governor, if it be thy 
pleasure, for she will be sailing away on the morrow. 
Poor Mistress Carver! — and she tried sore hard 
to train the wench in industry and breeding. 

Priscilla (standing in front of Mary with her head 
on one side) . Aye, let it pass and we will all say " Good 
riddance" to her to-morrow. I tried to be kind at 
first to the girl, but she has seemed to rebufi" me at 
all times and has shown a cruel hatred of me since 
she was foiled in her love-philter for the Captain. 
(To Mistress Brewster, leading Mary towards her; 
Mary looks conscious and shy.) Doth not the bit of 
color become my Mary, dear mother? 



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Mistress Brewster (hesitating). Aye, 't is a 

pretty brooch; I know not about the riband, but 

't is natural for maids to crave a touch of brightness. 

Mary. I fear me that Mistress Winslow will not 

approve, Priscilla. 

Priscilla (putting on Mary's cape as Bradford 
puts on his hat). Mistress Winslow hath fine lace and 
embroideries on her garments for state occasions and 
she will not deny thee a symbol of thy good cheer on 
this festival supper for her brother, John Winslow. 
(Laughing and pushing Mary towards the door after 
Bradford). Go you now, maid, with a clear con- 
science and a happy face and follow close to the 
Governor's footsteps, for the sun is set and the dark 
comes on — if a stray Indian should see thee he 
might capture thee for the sake of the riband and 
the gold. 

(Mary goes out giving Priscilla's cheek a pinch 

and then a kiss.) 
(Priscilla takes a hayherry candle from the shelf 
above the fireplace, lights it with hit of thatch, 
sings a strain of the French song, carries the 
candle to the table, goes to the chest, and takes 
out a piece of linen and some thread and a house- 
wife; she brings these to the table, sits down on 
stool and smiles at Mistress Brewster, who 
sits with folded hands; the room is dimly lighted. 
Priscilla rises hurridly, puts a kettle on the 
hook in the fireplace, stirs the embers, then sits 
down at the table and begins to mend the linen.) 
Mistress Brewster. Priscilla, dost feel like sing- 
ing to me for a little while the porridge is heating 



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for the evening-meal for the Elder and Jonathan? I 
love well to hear thee sing and it hath been a weary 
day — thy sweet voice can bring rest to my soul. 

Priscilla. Of a truth it hath been a weary and a 
wearying day with much of confusion and worry and 
— some of great gladness — a day with tales of sal- 
vage Indians who may attack us and of a love-philter 
that might have destroyed life, reports of a lost child 
and a fire that might endanger the settlement, with 
a new-found lover, methinks, for my Mary, with 
happiness and sadness also for my John — alack — 
and some would say that life is but dull in Plymouth 
Colony! Of a truth it will be a good ending of such a 
day to sing a hymn of steadfastness and faith, and 
I'll gladly sing, dear mistress, while I mend this 
linen. (She holds it up and shoivs thin places.) It is 
fast melting away in its fine meshes. {She sings the 
third stanza of Luther's Hymn.) 

And though this world, with devils filled, 

Should threaten to undo us. 
We will not fear, for God hath willed 

His truth to triumph o'er us; 
The prince of darkness grim — 
We tremble not for him; 

His rage we can endure. 

For lo, his doom is sure; 
One little word shall fell him. 

(Miles comes in quietly while Priscilla, 7vith her 
side face to the door is singing and she does not 
see him in the dim light; Mistress Brewster's 
hands are folded and her eyes are closed; Miles 
takes down his sword and stands silently for a 
moment at the door as Priscilla sings on.) 



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That word above all earthly powers — 

No thanks to them-abideth; 
The Spirit and the gifts are ours, 

Through Him who with us sideth; 
Let goods and kindred go, 
This mortal Hfe also; 

The body they may kill, 

God's truth abideth still; 
His kingdom is forever. 

(Miles makes a sudden movement, almost losing 
grasp upon his sword, and Priscilla starts, 
takes the candle up and looks at him; he moves 
towards Mistress Brewster and Priscilla 
puts down candle on table and sits on stool, 
mending.) 
Miles. I fain would take my sword now, for the 
start will be early in the morning. Wilt bid me God- 
speed? I've no wife nor child nor near kin to see me 
off (with a look askance at Priscilla). None will look 
on a battered old soldier when fresh young faces are 
at hand. (He moves aivay.) 

Mistress Brewster. The Lord go with you, Cap- 
tain; and may you return safely and without blood- 
shed, with "the sword of the Lord and of Gideon." 
(He goes to the door, bowing to Mistress Brew- 
ster and to Priscilla, as he woidd pass out; 
she rises with impetuosity, drops her linen and 
hurries to the door.) 
Priscilla. Captain! Captain Standish! 
Miles (coming back inside door). Your commands, 
Mistress? 

Priscilla (putting out her hands in pleading and 
he comes nearer to her; they stand at front of table). Nay, 
nay, sir! My father's dear loved friend, my brother's 



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tender nurse, — mine, for when I was low with the 
fever 't was you with tenderness gave me drink, — 
oh, what shall I say, how shall I plead for a little 
kindness now. Have pity on a froward maid's dis- 
tress! {She hides her face in hands and cries.) 

Miles (with kindly tone). What, Priscilla, thou 
canst weep? 

Priscilla (looking wp). And why not when my 
heart is sorrowful? 

Miles (^putting his hand on her shoidder). There, 
there, child! Look up and let me see thee smile as 
thou art wont! What is it, maid? What is thy 
sorrow? 

Priscilla. That you will not forgive me, sir. 

Miles (dropping his hand and looking on the floor 
sadly). Forgive thee, for what? 

Priscilla. Thou 'rt going to a terrible danger and 
it may be to thy death. (She hides her face again.) 

Miles. Well, girl, 't is not worth crying for, if I 
am. Life is not so sweet to me that I should over- 
much dread to lay it down with honor. 

Priscilla. Oh, and it is all my fault. 

(Miles loalks the floor while she stands with head 
drooped.) 

Miles (standing before her). Priscilla, I was indeed 
thy father's friend and I am thine — and I would 
have wed thee and thou didst not — refusing be- 
cause thou preferred — as I well know, now mine 
eyes are opened — John Alden, who is also my friend, 
even as my younger brother, whose honor and well- 
being are as dear to me as mine own. What, then, is 
thy request and the cause of this grief? 



84 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act hi 

Priscilla. My grief is that since the day I gave 
John Alden the answer to his wooing for thee {with a 
sly look) through him as envoy — and he spoke nobly 
of thy virtues and thy Hneage — you have seemed no 
more my friend, but have looked upon me with cold- 
ness; and now that you go, it may be to your death, 
it breaketh my heart to have it so, and I fain would 
beg your forgiveness for aught I have done to offend 
you (with a bit of old spirit), though I know not what 
it may be. 

Miles {walking floor, then stopping and smiling 
at Priscilla, extending his hand). Well, well, I for- 
give thee, maiden, for what seemed to me like some- 
thing of scorn and slight — nay, we '11 say no more 
of it. Here is my hand, Priscilla, and surely thy 
father's friend may for once touch thy cheek. {lie 
kisses her cheek lightly; she looks down.) Now, child, 
we're friends and dear friends, and if yon salvage 
should sheathe his knife in my heart, perhaps thou 'It 
shed a tear or two, and say a prayer for the soul 
of — thy father's friend. And now thy petition, for 
time presses. 

(Mistress Brewster raises her eyes in thanks- 
giving and smiles.) 

Priscilla. That thou wilt take John Alden with 
thee! 

Miles {starting with surprise and laughing). What, 
then! What man shall ever read a woman's will 
aright! I left him at home for thy sake, Priscilla. 

Priscilla. So I judged, and I thank thee — no, I 
thank thee not for so misjudging me. {She tosses her 
head and walks to table.) 



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Miles. What, now? Dost want thy troth-lover 
slain? 

Priscilla. Nay, in truth, nor do I want mj' troth- 
plight friend (with a smile at Miles) slain; but neither 
do I want the one or the other to lurk safely at home 
when his brothers have need for him at war. (With 
much spirit.) There's no coward's blood in my heart 
more than in yours. Captain Standish, and I care not 
to shelter any man behind my petticoats. John Alden 
is a brave man, as thou knowest, and he is greatly 
grieved because thou wilt not let him go with thee as 
he has ever done and been of noble service to thee 
and the Colony. I have not wed him, nor will I wed 
him with your black frown upon our hearts; let him 
go and play his part, as he would fain do as a true 
soldier upon that field of danger whence you do not 
care greatly to come alive. (She extends both liands to 
him and he grasps them.) 

Miles. Nay, Priscilla, I care far more for life than 
I did an hour since, for now I have a troth-plight 
friend. And if my kinswoman, Barbara, shall come 
in the next ship, with Mistress Southworth, Barbara 
and thee will be boon friends, I'm sure, for ye are 
both witty and noble-hearted, brave women. 

Priscilla (still holding his hands and with persis- 
tence). And you will take John? And if he comes home 
alive (with a little shudder and repetition) — and when 
he comes home, you'll smile upon our marriage? 

Miles (raising and pressing her hands against his 
breast). Yea, girl, yea to both requests. God bless you, 
Priscilla, for a brave and true woman. (He releases 
her hands slowly and moves towards door.) And now 



86 STANDISH OF STANDISH [act hi 

good night to thee, dear friend, and to dear Mother 

Brewster also. 

(He bows and goes out; Priscilla stands a mo- 
ment, then kneels beside Mistress Brewster, 
with hapfy, wplifted head and smiling, while 
Mistress Brewster 'places her hands in 
blessing on Priscilla's head.) 



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